The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1883-08-22

DOUI OOuSbduC0 W0iJ JnbIC WAS III ll6
worth living for-what love meant.
Not one word was spoken between us
of the one subject that all-engrossed
us, and yet knew that his heart was
as irrevocably in my possession as was
mine in his.
One day, when he was fully well,
we attended little picnic in the grove
down the road.
"We'll have good time to-day,
Lorchen," he said, as we made our pre-
parations in the morning. 81 will
take out my scrap-book, and when the
others are engaged, and won't miss us,
we'll wander Off by ourselves, and en-
Joy after our own fashion-won't we,
Lorchen?"
"Lorchen p How that word
thrilled me and how it epitomised
the tender purity of his regard for
me
Oh dav long to be remembered
Oh day Of heartache and agony indie.
scribable
Steep the soul in one pure love,
Andit will last thee long.
What kind of love was my soul
steepel in? Ay love has it's worm
wood and gall, as well as its honeyed
sweetness.
A party of friends. David's friends
came down from the city, and as we
were walking slowly into the grove
they came upon us from the depot
road. l had David's arm. 1t was my
arm-I knew it-and we should walk
that way forever. Greetings and in
Productions were over. Shall 1 ever
forget the face of that man who aimed
straight for my soul with his poisoned
arrow? Walking up to David's side,
with a contemplate familiarity, he
said:
"Saw your wife last week, Dave"
"Ah," replied my companion, per-
-fectly at his ease.
Coming down in the 3 o'clock
train. if possible"
Good" replied David; and then
followed inquiries about various friends
in thoroughly cool and self-possessed
manner. 1t seemed to me that my
heart stopped beating. The hand on
his arm involuntarily clenched itself,
and there it remained until we arrived
at headquarters, little round bun;h OF
cords and knuckles.
"You won't be gone long, Lorchen ?"
inquired David, as l moved away, os-
tensibly to help the committee of ar
rangements to decide where the tables
should be set.
"What's that you call her?" my
mortal enemy asked, inquisit.vely.
"Lorchen," replied David.
"Why, that's a Dutch name, isn't
it? 1 thought she looked like for
eigner."
l heard no more, waited for no more,
but watched my opportunity, and
when sure that no eyes were upon me,
struck the path leading to the road,
and in less than an hour was home
again in Grandmother Ellis sitting
room.
"Ohi grandmother grandmother |
What misery has your terrible indis-
erection brought mep Igroaned aloud
for grandmother had gone away to
spend the day. There at the foot of
the lounge were his slippers-there on
the back of the lolling-chair his dress
|
without beholding fresh evidences of
his precious personality. What should
1 do? / could not leave until grand
mother returned. Such blow as that
1 felt sure the old lady would never
rally from. l must suffer and keep it
to myself, and get away at the earliest
possible moment. In my agony
threw myself upon the lounge, and
buried my head in the pillow-the
pillow upon which his head reclined
so often-the head 1 had so foolishly
called mine. After awhile tears re.
lieved the heated brain, and fell
asleep. l dreamed that L was in the
water. / could not stir. Huge waves
threatened Co submerge me. Just
beyond on the bank, almost within
speaking distance, stood David, q
beautiful woman by his side-his
wife
"Davidl David! take hold of my
hand Don't you see Pm sinking?'
1 cried out in my terror.
awake up, Lorchen wake up p
said a familiar voice at my side. Here
are my hands, dear. They are both
yours-nOt One Lorchen, but both
Do you understand thatP'
"But, David--but-"
"But what? Can it be that my lit
tie brown bird was scared home be
cause Of"
because of your wife," managed
to say, with his face close to mine.
at was my chum he meant, Lor'
chen! That's what we always cal
them at college. I'll get a divorce
from that fellow, dear, if you will
promise to be my own real wifeS"
And 1 did.--BetgTacia.
Lucky Lawyer.
An Austin LAWYER caught a tram