The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1882-09-27

ray Of light. 1t was the thought Of
gentle face that had once bent owe
him-eyes with their light Of Low
shining into his; lips with a tende
curying, whispering low, "My son."
He fancied that he remembered
sometimes, how strange white pail
had settled upon the face, how th
brightness in the eyes had been bu
the CLEAN of tears, and the smile upoI
the lips became sadder than any sigh
He was not quite sure of this, how
ever. 1t might have been but fancl
OF his, but there was one thing tina
he remembered well: A picture of I
darkened room, and a face resting
upon pillows whose whiteness was no
purer, and a voice crying out, faint
yet strong in its intensity of emotion
"My boy, promise meme, YOU
mother, dying-that you will never
never take what is not yoursp AnC
seeing dimly the clouds that rested
above him, and awed by the shadowy
wings that lowered near, he had prom.
ised.
The VOW stood out amid the bewil-
dering chaos like a star that shines
among the somber clouds Of a mid
night sky, and he had kept it ever.
Now to-day it was not alone the
bill of fare that troubled Chips, al
though that was not such as an Astor,
much less a prince, would have rel
lshed. But, alas, some one, unknown,
had stolen his box and brushes. Yet
his philosophy deserted him not.
" When a feller's got property" he
soliloquized, "he must expect ter be
burglarized when he don't lock up his
safe"
He walked up Broadway-he did
not care to go home to the palace
and stopped before restaurant.
Oh, but there was such a tempting
display-such flakey pies and great
doughnuts, and-and in the center
how brown, how nice--a crisp, fat
turkey. Chips, looking, was almost
inclined to believe himself hungry. As
it was, he amused himself watching
the walters inside, fancying the great
hustle and preparation was all for him.
One spruce servant stopped another.
What was it he was saying?
"His imperial highness dimes here to-
night, Sam. Bring in the turkey in the
"Darn his imperdencer' muttered
the boy. "He thinks / can swallow
whole gobbler. Blamed eff I'll step
inside his old grubshop a'ter that!'
He turned and pursued his way with
q highly dignified, much-iniured, air.
If imagination alone could create
poet-as some modern scribblers seem
TO believe-Chips would have rivaled
himself.
Apart from the crowd, however,
standing in the shadow of old Trinity.
,he fair vision of the tempting fowl
coming again before him, he muir
nured: "My eyesl but that gobbler
wor busterT He sat down upon the
steps and rested his face in his grimy
hands. What is it you sayP-he looks
little like prince in that ragged old
'oat and battered-in hatp Oh, but
1ou know he is in disguise.
! l wish now," he soliloquized, after
space given for silent reflection,
when they passed round the hat fur
hem meetin' house chaps to chip in
'ur the Chinee Injuns, that few cop
'ers he'd a rolled right down here"
Chips had been to church once. He
lad "seen and heard" Now, after a
ew moments meditation upon his
ALLEN fortunes
"If that feller hadn't nabbed my
raps," he muttered. Darn himP' in |
/ sudden heat of passion. A man was
passing then, sleek-looking, corpulent,
With immaculate dress and spotless |
lie.
"My boy" he said, in reproving ac-
'ents, "you cannot realize the enor-
nifty of your offense when you utter |
uch expressions as the one which just |
low sullied your lips" Chips glared |
It this reprover a moment. He was |
'lazing with anger against the un-
,nown thief; but that person not being |
It hand he transferred his rage to this |
Individual so conveniently near. More
'yer a man is never particularly an
relic when particularly hungry; neither
5 boy. $50 to blazes p he growled,
urning his back. Thereat was this
'hilanthrOpic parsonage greatly |
hooked. He stood for an instant |
5azing at Chips like an accusing angel |
instance of smile far-fetched), then
urned and passed by-not on the
other side" the crossing being too
muddy. He sighed several times on
lis way home-this kind-hearted gen
leman-deploring the degeneracy of |
he rising generation; afterward, in
he warm glow of his own hearth
tone, with the savOry odors from a
we'll cooked dinner filling the room, he
,orgot to sigh. Left alone Chips heat |
cooled. "How unbecoming prince to |
allow such triAes as the omission of a |
Inner" here he drew himself up
sharply. Had he not dined two |