The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1881-11-30

(" that's nothing for our Liz to do ! She
caught you, and I pulled you both in.
| But you're monstrous heavy l thought
we'd never get yNu upstairs"
! Mcintyre laughed as he rose rather
doubtfully TO his feet.
+" / feel trihe shaky," he said and
then, cit Is easy to see that you are
brother and sister. 1 am Allen McIn-
tyre, at your service, Miss Lizzie" and
he bowed in fashion that gave the lie
to his declarations of shakiness. "Of
course realize that you and your gal
land brother here have rendered me
great service-one for which you
sh Ill not go unrewarded, although /
can never hope to fully recompense
you"
Lizzie raised her head haughtily.
i" Sir, such work as we have done to-
night we do not for wages. II you feel
strong enough, will walk with you to
the house. think the storm is passing
over. We live quarter of q mile from
the light. Our accommodations are
plain enough, but there is no other
house on the island"
"Oh, am as good asinew, now, said
Mcintyre but will you leave this
boy here all alone"
She smiled.
"Ned is not afraid, and he can tend
the light as we'll as l."
every well will go with you"
He waved q smiling adieu to the boy,
and followed his guide down the narrow
stairway.
Two days later small sailboat put
out from the island, which, when it
returned, brought McIntyreh luggage.
Lizzie's father, who was laid up with
an attack of rheumatism, had taken a
fancy to the young man, who expressed
desire to spend few weeks there at
any price they might charge. Captain
| Clyde straightway ordered Neddie off
in his new boat to the mainland for the
| gentleman's traps. The youngster
obeyed this order with alacrity, for the
good-humored ease of the stranger, to-
gether with his evident appreciation
of tour LiZ.," had wrought favorably
on our Neddie. Even the maiden aunt,
who kept the house, smiled frostily at
the prospect of this pleasant addition
to their family.
Mcintyre, who had been wandering
about three or four hundred miles from
home in search of a quiet place to
spend The summer. congratulated him
self on having drifted to the very
place.
Although it was an expensive style
of drifting" heremarked, with smile,
as he inclosed bank note in an envel-
ope, to be sent to the owner of the little
craft which had slipped him out into
the waves abreast of the lighthouse.
A week later, as he sauntered shore
ward, there came to his ears wildly
sweet strain of melody. AS he listened
in amazement for he had seen no musi-
cal instrument about the place, he be-
gan to realize that it was part of
Strauss artist life waltzes that he heard
"a strain that he often whistled. He
stepped round the jutting of the cliff,
and there, leaning against the granite
wall, was Lizzie, her chin dropped care
lessly on little red violin, as she drew
the bow across the strings. She flushed
like guilty thing when she saw Nc
Intyre.
"You gwhistled that the other day."
she faltered, "and l liked it so much
it haunted me all the time"
He stepped forward.
"Why, Lizzie Is it possible you
play like that without notes?"
81 don't play much now," she said,
drawing her dark brows over her eyes.
GA party of ladies and gentlemen
came here to visit the lighthouse once
and overheard me playing. I heard
one of the ladies say: 'The idea of
girl with fiddle = SO 1 thought per-
haps it didn't look WE'LL"
"Not look we'll, indeed |" and he
laughed in merry scorn. "Why, child,
did you ever hear of Camilla Urso ?"
"No."
"Well, she is a lady, and she makes
the most exquisite music on a fiddle
and thousands of people go to hear her,
Why, Camilla Urso herself would listen
with pleasure to your music, Lizzie" :"
said Mcintyre, extrayagantly. "Who
taught you to play?"
"No one. This violin belonged to
my father, and he learned me how to
tune it. pick up tunes that 1 hear,
but / never heard anything half so
beautiful as the tunes / hear you sing
and whistle"
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music consisted of snatches of operas,
waltzes, redowas and German airs,
which had dimly associated in his mind
with nights of brilliant gayety; and he
wondered dreamily how this pure
minded, healthy-souled girl would look
upon the elegant dissipation carried on
by the set of which he was favorite.
A sudden glow warmed his heart as he
thought that not one of the fine ladies
who had swung languidly through the
mazes of that very waltz of the great
composers could have rescued him so
brayely from the jaws of death as Lizzie
had-Lizzie, who stood there so quietly,
with her little violin hanging from her