The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1883-02-07
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tie, ana leans forward u.
'sWhy, the news is Just this, sir:
Somebody or another that nobody's
eyer heared on afore. has gone and
Ned, and the doctors come in for
thousands upon thousands o. poundsp
fiS seys, ia a sepulchTal whisper.
& Thousands and thousands AS soon
rs heard what. folks sasRS1 upped
Rd asked the idpetol .IhHntelf, and
Thousands and fh6sitS nf) s, 4 Qavid T
he says. Them were NJ sorSs;
and lori Master LionetsS dtS he did
rub his hands together AMI Astsigh leSp'
now hen be off wiz Mis-, Doris rt4
London town, SUPPOSE. |nores the;
pity; and Put your lieifn down,
Master Lionel; put yeslF shelin down !.
G-r-r-r Bless mel ~ she hasn't gone
and jibed p
And the Lively Polly, Which had
been Tapping her sail ominously to
draw attention to her unheeded tiller,
had swung up to the wind, and now
lay rolling uncomfortably from side to
side. Requiring her sheets to be let 20
and hauled in before she would con-
sent to proceed on her course, the lit
tie craft distracts David's attention
from the deep effect his news has pro-
duced on his young companion; and
there is no time, even if there were in
clination, for questions and answers,
for after one more short board the boat
is beached. Leaving the task of haul
ing her up TO David and a fellow
fisherman who happens to be standing
near, Lionel hurries off, and ten min
utes afterward is seated in the solitude
of his studio, dazed and bewldered,
with a great sorrow clutching at his
heart.
Thousands and thousands Yes,
there they were; repulsive in their
coarse, barbarous glitter, whole bas-
tions and battlements of them, form
ing an impossible barrier between him
and the woman he lOvedl
The woman he loved He started up
from his chair. and restlessly crossing
the room stood before the easel which
supported his recently finished picture,
and gazed upon her face. All, how he
did love her He had never quite re-
alised how much till then.
Subjected to one of those mental
freaks by which, with strange over
sight of relative magnitudes, some
trivial issue is temporarily obtruded in
place of one Of vital moment, his aFe
became arrested by some trifiing tech
nical omission; and taking up his pa
lette and brush he proceeded to rectify
it. Yes, that was better, he rejected
as he leaned back and regarded it criti-
eally. While he gazed his thoughts
hurried tumultuously into the futures
Her father would settle down in Eng
land; and the exigencies of her wealth
would throw her much into society. and
the old life in the little island would
fade in her memory till it remained
only as a dream-a pleasant dream,
perhaps, but still amere dream-and
she would grow conventional and
worldly-wise; the pity of it
A knock at the door. All | he had
forgotten.
"The private view," he mutters to
himself, with a CHASTITY attempt at a
laugh. "Come in, David"
Enters the Guernsey Lily, and with
folded hands and meek eyes which seek
the ground, says, "Sir Painter, Sir
Painter, am no David, but simple
maiden, who has just had tidings of
your return, and bears mandate from
her father bidding you come and smoke
a pipe with hine pver some beautiful,
new, old fossil aenaains. And the
chamber of BlHsSeam being invaded,
Perhaps he wodlf stssRd on one side and
let me gaze upon his treasurer
The hazeleyes are raised demurely,
and ,6h8sunshine. of a smile is lighting
.upfhe fairZpetitioaer's face.
sarticuAte from conflicting emo
'5iSfs tpEel steps silently from before
tfsseaSt9 and discloses the picture;
adsNstha a rapturous little cry of de-
hgNgpDoris recognizes its subject. For
a moment or two she stands leaning
forward and gazing intently upon,the
and then, dimpling and blush
ing in her confusion, timorously holds
forth her little hand and exclaims;
"Oh What am 1 to say, Mr..
Painter2 Can't you find me words to
express my appreciation Can't T."
Her eye suddenly catches the title CT
the picture, and she clasps her hands.
" See !" she cries, g can give good adj
vice. Let me promise to give you
good advice whenever you may ask
for it"
His forehead is clammy and cold,
and his tongue cleaves to the roof of
his mouth.
Z "Tell me the news, Doris; tell me
what has happened" heIsays, hoarsely,
"The newsS" she repeats, sur
prised.
About this death and this will" he
blurts out, almost angrily.
"Oh haven't you heard2" she asks;
then, with laugh which bubbles forth
spontaneously, protests, at was too
cruel +"