The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1885-11-04

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had lately found under the cushion of
her chair, in a search for ZiOa's Messenger
aper-covered book with the astonish-
ing title "The Stolen Bride, or The
Mystery of the Moat."
Layiny was light-minded.
But Laviny was the wife of his bosom ;
he hurried home to consult with her
about this new trouble that had fallen
upon them.
lie found her perched upon the high
stool behind the rows of pigeon holes in
the postoffice scrutinizing through her
glasses the superscription off letter.
Nehemiah, Tidy Slocomb has got a
letter, and it's n mans writing, but l
don't think it's Saul's. The postmark
beats me-"
81 hear that she has gone to Eden to
work in amilliner's shop since her father
died, said the deacon. 1--WE must send
the letter over"
Now, it's queer didn't know she'd
gone. Folks won't take the trouble to
tell a poor lame old woman what's goin'
on, said Mrs. Kittridge, plaintively.
"And they won't send postal cards; there
amt half so many goin' between here and
Eden as there used to be-"
The deacon looked up quickly from
the bowed position in which he had sat
down. He had observed that; he had
also overheard whispers which led him
to think that his wife's curiosity about
the mails was causing dissatisfaction in
the town. Was disgrace in another shape
coming upon him in his old age-upon
him who had led so upright, so blame
less life?
But no; he only imagined that because
trouble had disturbed his nerves nobody
could suspect Laviny of anything really
dishonorable, and surely they could bear
with her harmless curiosity and gossip.
'Laviny, Saul has joined a concert
troupe. They are going to sing in
Haverford tomorrow night; the bills are
posted all over town with Saul Kit
tredge, basso profondo,' on them"
Mrs. Kittredge got down painfully
from the high stool-a little withered
old lady, but with hair that was still
tlaxen and childish blue eyes. ''Oh,
Nehemiah, our Saul" she said, with n
gasp, stretching her little trembling
hands out toward him. "But maybe it
aim. so bad. Don't look so, Nehemiah. "
Deacon Kittredge groaned. ''I don't
see why we should have had such son,
Laviny," he said, shaking his gray head
heavily. "But there! It's the Lords
judgment on us, and we must bear it. "
And the deacon went to his closet, and
on his rigid old knees sought to discover
the meaning of the Lords Judgment.
After supper he wended his way to the
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"help," went too, and Mrs. Kittredge
was left alone.
AS soon as both were gone, and the
doors fastened behind them, she went
into the postotiice, and took the letter
addressed to Tildy Slycomb again from
its pigeon hoe-Tidy Slicomb who had
come of ''shiftless" stock, who wore pink
bonnets, and went to dances, and flirted
with the stage-driver.
IF it amt from Saul, l want to
know it, and if it is, seems as if /
ought to know it. And | never saw
postmark that | couldn't make out
before. If there was any postal cards to
put my mind on, maybe | could stop,
thinkin' about it; or if knew just how
it was about Arvilly Wright's beau jiltin
her, but / can't be took up with that
book Miss Skinner brought me, feel so
wicked readin' it; and it don't pay, for
there amt word of truth in it. should
like to know who has written to Tidy
Slocomb." "
She held the letter up between her
eyes and the lamp that stood in bracket
on the wall.
81 don't see why Nehemiah was bent
on havin' everything So high up here
letter boxes and stools and lamps and all.
I'll take the letter out into the sittin'-
room. But come to think of it, should
feel kind of awkward hidin' it away, if
anybody should happen to come in, and
it's warmer and not so lonesome in the
kichen."
So in the kitchen Mrs. Kittredge went,
with the precious letter hidden under
her little worsted cape, although there
was nobody to see but Sauls old gray
cat, ineal descendant of the one that
had brought up her family in old Mr..
Hollis's coffin.
The Kitchen was large one with win
dows on two sides. Mrs. Kittredge care
fully pulled down the curtains of the
two windows whose outside blinds were
not closed they were not used to coming
down, and made very hard work of it,
which seemed 10 give her guilty feel
ing.
The postmark was so blurred that
scarcely letter was distlnguishable.
She held the letter up before the lamp.
Her conscience gave twinges, but one
could never discover any secrets in that
way--only a stray word here aud there
One could not discover anything, alas
in this letter; the envelope was too thick,
or the outside of the paper was not writ
ten upon.
Was it Saul's writing2 The capital
letters did not look like his. If she
could see only one word of the inside
She turned the letter over. The envel
ope had not stuck together all the way
across; she slid her finger in, not tc
open it-only enough to see, perchance,
a word.
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