The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1881-07-13

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there's a very good one Co be sold thers.
I'll go and bid on it for you, think, If
1 ever under the sun get these bands
stitched on ] It seems to me that those
Rich girls are not happy unless their
dresses are absolutely loaded with trim
ming"
Grace looked up, with such sweet,
sweet eyes--it was no wonder handsome
Marcellus had liked to look into the
pure brown wells of limpid light.
g. You are so good, Margaret / do
want desk, if you are sure you can
afford it."
"You needn't say if I can afford it,
Grace. You have as much right to the
money as have. I'm going to buy
myself a cashmere polonaise-you can
have the desk il it is reasonable in
price"
So that was how Miss Warrener came
to be at the auction sale at the big
house on the hill that evening g-Demp-
sey's grand mansion, whose prince had
taken a whim to sell out and spend
few years abroad.
And the next day the desk was deliv-
cred at the cottage in Appledore row,
and Grace put it in her room--a small,
beautiful article, standing nicely in
cozy corner, and just the very thing for
Grace's few books and her stationery.
It was very handsome, and Grace
cried little over it, because it brought
back so many thoughts of the dear old
days when she was surrounded by Just
such elegancies of furniture, and when
everything seemed, somehow, to lead
to that one pivotal thoug ght-when Lau-
rie Marcellus had been her friend.
So the months went on, and the two
sisters led their busy life, and Grace was
growing sweeter and paler, and more
patiently thoughtful, with every day
that widened the distance between her
and her memories.
New friends gathered around them
true friends-and there was more than
one opportunity for Grace to have
accepted lover, only she had no love
to give, no heart to win.
Her happiest and her saddest hours
were spent at her desk, or it seemed to
her that it was like link to the past I;
and one windy, wildly-stormy night,
five years after she had taken up her
cross, for Laurie Marcellus' sake, she
was sitting before her desk making
out score of bills to the "Misses
Warrener, artist dressmakers, and going
back to one other stormy, snowy night,
when she had said the goodnight that
mean goodbye, although she had not
known it.
She was leaning her head on her
hands, her elbow resting on the slant of
her desk, when, with little crushing
noise, it broke, revealing a shallow
aperture, of whose existence she had not
the slightest knowledge.
She looked in, and all the blood in
her body seemed to rush madly to her
brain; for there, lying in the little
| secret place, fresh and clean, as though
laid there an hour before, was letter,
stamped for mailing, and directed
plainly to herself" Grace Warrener,
The Willows" and-in Laurie Mar
cellus' handwriting
She dared not touch it for a minute.
She feared she was in the midst of some
improbable dream /; she wondered if it
were possible she had gone suddenly
daft.
Was it letter-to her-from him
But how-how could it have got there,
when the desk had been locked, in her
room, for years?
Then she touched it, half expecting
to see it vanish before her eyes. But
it did not vanish; it was all true
letter, for her, from him, and it had
laid there all these years, so near, so
far
She sank trembling on the chair and
opened it-Laurie Marcellus' proposal
of marriage; his avowal of love; his
manly sympathy and pitiful tenderness
because of her fathers financial trou-
BILE; his caressing pleading to be al.
lowed to comfort and protect her as his
wife should be comforted and protected
and cherished. He begged for an i'm.
mediate answer, and he would come tc
her at once if she loved him and die
not say him nay. But if-if there was
|, no such blessed answer for him-if he
had been presumptuously mistaken
her greatest kindness would be not tC
answer him at all.
And she had just received it, aftel
five years.
bling, amazed and bewildered, she sa
there long after Margaret had gone Il
her own room, so unconscious of th
drama enacting so near her.
He had loved her-he had loved he
after all and Grace's heart thrilled a
that thought, slender though the con
ISOLATION was.
But of what avail was it now? Wher
| was he? What might have happene'
in that long, fateful interim?
She thought of it all, keeping virgi
t with her thoughts that night. How tn
3 letter had ever come in that desk sh
had bought at Dempsey's, she dared no
imagine. Grace only realized that som
tremendous fate had discovered it t
| her.
/ She kept her strange, sweet, pitifu
T. secret in her own heart for days, won