The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1883-02-07
David gives vent to along, low wills
t1a onF 1Saha fortSyard ..


tie, and. leans forward "a
'SWhy, the news is Just this, sir:
Somebody or another that nobodv's
ever heared son afore. has gone and
dled, and the doctors come in for
thousands upon thousands O. poundsp
te says, in a sepulchFal whisper.
& Thousands and thousands AS soon
as / heard what. folks NsarfSI upped
Rd asked the sdp0toT sihhnsalf, and
Thousands and th6litS So s, 4 David 2
he says Them were u fs Ssorsls;
and, lori Master Lione4ThdW hs. did
rub his hands together and Aatigh ls.Ap.
now he'll be off wiz Miss. Doris "a
London town, / SUPPOSE. 1nores the
pity; and Put your helm down,
Master Lionel; put yonE .1aelm down !
G-r-r-r Bless me ii 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 go
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 Il 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 bewildered,
with 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 loved!
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 @ge
became arrested by some trifing tech
nical omission; and taking up his pa
lette and brush he proceeded to rectify
it. Yes, that was better, he reflected
as he leaned back and regarded it criti-
cally. While he gaZed his thoughts
hurried tumultuously into the future.
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 dream-a pleasant dream,
perhaps, but still mere 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
pipe with him pver. some beautiful,
new, old fossil semains. And the
chamber of, BlSSteam being invaded,
Perhaps he WoII stsiRd on one side and
let me gaze ,upoh his treasurer
- The hazeleyes are raised demuIely,
and .ehesHnshine, of smile is lighting
.4pfbe fairZpetSioaer's face,
's2asarticuhte from conflicting emo
'tiSfs : / tpRel steps silently from before
tHh,esS9, and discloses the picture;
aAltNs5Fh rapturous little cry of de-
igAtPDoris recognizes its subject. For
moment or two she stands leaning
forward and gazing intently upon, the
|canVas; and then, dimpling and blush
ing in her confusion, timorously holds
forth her little hand and exclaims;
"Oh What am 1 to say, Mr..
Painter? Can't you find me words to
express my appreciation? Can't I"
Her eye suddenly catches the title of
the picture, and she clasps her hands.
"See !" she cries, 81 can give good adj
vice. Let me promise to give you
coed advice whenever you may ask
for it,"
His forehead is clammy and cold,
and his tongue cleaves to the roof OF
his mouth.
"Tell me the news, Doris; tell me
what has happened" heIsays, hoarsely,
"The news?" she repeats, sur
prised.
About this death and this WILL" he
blurts out, almost angrily.
"Oh haven't you heard?" she asks
then, with laugh which bubbles forth
spontaneously, protests, at was toe
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