The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1883-02-07

London with iced soda-waters lat some
ahnormally small sum per bottle"
He bows. Yes, he recollects the
doctor having alluded to the scheme in
some reminiscence. -. -.
Somehow" she coAtinues, ,demyYe
ly, the soda-wateE fell tlatT, 1t. ia
laughing matter nqw,sbyYfStsasa
by any means, at Tia time. gSTVf l&i9ai
lost very large silm ,ofI9loneIs and
what he felt far npre hissfriend lost q
very large sum, too He.never forgSSe
'papa-except-that.is is, till he died the
other day" And her face, from which
the laughter had momentarily faded,
,agSin becomes dimpled over with, ire
bpressible smiles. @
|. WI see," murmurs Lionel, with his
Heart, sunk 60 an -abyssmal depthfeel-
ing like lead. And so. Ne came to
think better of his al,JVltshness, and
now has died and leftEa ,wiil in the
doctors favor?" ;sH@-
eyes," whispers Doris. %s"S -
made over those thousands and
thousands of which David spokeP"
continues Lionel, as if the words would
choke him.
"Dear David How papa will ex-
ult p murmurs Doris, with another
! irrepressible gurgle of laughter. Eyes,
thousands and thousands" she as
sents, lowering her voice in an awe
stricken whisper.
"Ah p he groans, as his worst fears
are confirmed.
"Of the empty soda-water bottles,
you know" she continues, softly.
"Now, wasn't it too elaborate a Joke,
Sir Painter?
"Whatp he almost shouts, as he
takes a sudden step forward, the re-
vulsion of feeling sending the blood
coursing like wildfire through his
veins.
But she has risen, and is already at
the door.
Here's the dear legatee come to
look for me-" she says, as she opens it
and takes her fathers hand in hers.
a You shall tell him how David took
his joke, while run away and look
after the chairs being taken out into
the garden. And as to your picture,
Sir Painter here her musical voice
became very earnest and subdued--
" l can't tell you all l think of it; but,
as l said before, if you ever should re-
quire any good advice"
The rest of the sentence was lost,
for she had tripped down the stairs
and passed out of the house into the
summer air like some sweet melody.
Then Lionel seizes the astonished
doctor by the hand. and forcing him
into "A chair tells him from out the
2 depths of his heart the story of his love
for the maid Doris. And the doctor, re-
turning the honest grip of the hand,
abruptly asks:
"And you really do take an interest,
Lionel, in ancient fossil remains" ?"
'I-yes, sir; certainlyw replies the
bewildered lover.
"Then, perhaps, you'll have the
goodness, my boy, to regard me in
that light" he says, with merry
twinkle of the eye, and Get me pass
the few remaining years of my life in
your home. mean, if your sIit be
successful, you must take up your resi-
dence at Bella Luce; for can't afford
to part altogether with my little girl"
And then, with feeling too deep for
utterance, Lionel again wrings the
kind hand that is stretched out to
him, and leaving the doctor to inspect
the picture, goes whirling out of the
house like tornado and tears off in
pursuit. 1t is just at the end of the
Water-lane that he oNertakes the OBJ
Ject of his quest, threading her way
daintily among the dog-roses and
brambles; and there and then, in a
voice which thrills her gentle heart
with emotion, he tells her tale of an
artist who loved an island maiden
with all the passion of his soul, and
with his arm still round her waist
asks her for. good, advice as TO the
course the artist should pursue.
What advice Was given is not reported.
Rumor says that it came rather indis-
tinctly; it being impossible for lips to
acquit themselves with anything APP
preaching to justice of two tasks at
once. That it must have been good
advice is, however, clear; for not only
is the artist alluded to making very de
cided headway in his profession, but
he is alsowedded to the most blithe-
some little wife in an island where
blithesome little wives abound-a fact
attested by the musical laughter which
now comes eehoing from out Of the
shady alcoves of Bella Luce garden,
and anon ripping from the deck of the
Lively Polly over the dancing waters
of Moulin Huet bay.
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