The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1885-06-06

| Ou must uOJ tSh II, ucdI bCOIS
| know you love me too well ever to feel
ashamed of either me or my picture,
| but l would rather not grant this re-
quest Say no more about it, dear
| brother
So George turned the conversation to
something else, and speedily forgot all
about the matter.
The most popular teacher in Drink
water Academy was Prof Reeves, who
had the class in English Literature and
Natural History, and he was particu-
| larly kind to George, who took q great
| and genuine interest in everything per-
| tanning to nature. and was an excellent
historian. 1t may therefore be under
stood how great was Georges pride and
| pleasure in being asked by the Professor
to make one of "A small party which had
in view visit to the museum at Beav-
er's Falls.
George had frequently strolled into
the museum when at home and knew
by heart the contents of almost every
case it contained, but he had never had
any one with him who could talk in
| diligently about them, or who could
explain TO him the nature of various odd
objects which had puzzed him.
I'm sure to have a capital time" he
thought, land perhaps | may have a
chance to call on Susan. I'll give her
genuine surprise"
Beavers Falls was only sixty miles
distant from Drinkwater, and the natu-
raj history party, taking an early train,
reached the museum at eleven o'clock.
George kept AS close as possible to
Professor Reeves, and was deeply in
terested in the discussions which took
place between that gentleman and a
noted scientist who was an excellent
talker and possessed a wonderful fund
of information on the subject of natural
history. But some of the other BOYS
grew tired, after time, of the learned
gentleman's views, and strolled away
| in different directions in search of
amusement of some kind.
George was listening attcntively to
the Professors description of strange
species of moth found in Australia,
when he was annoyed by touch on his
arm, and turning, saw John Drake, his
boon companion at the Academy, and
the son of wealthy and aristocratic
parents.
Come along with me-" whispered
John. Il know you have heard enough
of this sort of talk, and | want you to
see the ugliest woman YOU ever laid
eyes on. She's enough to give fellow
the nightmare for week. Dill and
Manning have been trying to chaff her,
but they can't get a word out of her.
Look, there she is now,"
George turned his eyes toward the
door, and saw, coming slowly toward
him, a heavy basket of towels on her
| arm, his sister Susan.
All the boys at the Academy knew
that George had sister, and that she
lived in Beavers Falls, but were not
aware that her occupation was that of
a laundress. He had never considered
it necessary to mention that fact.
Could he acknowledge it now? Could
he 90 forward and embrace fraternallv
this tired-looking, STOPPING, plainly
dressed woman with the SCARED, dis
| torted face? What would the boys say
if he did so? And Prof. Reeves.
No he c0uId not do it,
Yet he hesitated moment, his better
feelings, his love for the sister who had
done so much for him, struggling for
the ascendancy; then, with the thought:
''She will never know" he turned
aside to avoid the meeting.
But he turned too late Susan had
happened to glance in the direction in
which he stood, and recognized him at
once.
She gave a slight exclamation, and
was about to put down her basket.
when suddenly she paused and her face
flushed crimson. In her brothers ex-
preston of modification and annoy
ance, in his attempt to avoid her, she
read the truth-he WaS assumed Of her.
For an instant she stood motionless;
then with, long, gasping sigh, which
seemed to George to come from the
depths of her heart, she lifted her
heavy basket higher on her arm, and
with averted face passed by him with
out word.
He saw her stop at a desk at the other
end of the room, and give the basket to
a janitor, who gave her some money in
return, but saw no more; for fearing to
meet her eyes again. he turned his face
toward a case of butterflies and moths.
and pretended to be deeply interested
in them.
He was startled by an exclamation of
surprise and pleasure from Prof.
Reeves, who broke off in the middle of
a sentence, and started forward toward
the center of the room with outstretched
hand.
Susan! Susan Shields?" he cried, in
a voice that was distinctly heard by
every one in the room. 81 can't be mis-
taken! Have | met you at last, after all
these years?"
1t seemed to George as if the room
was whirling around him. Could it be
possible that it was Susan, the sister of
whom he had been ashamed, that the
Professor held by the hand so gladly,
and whom he was leading toward the
man of science with so eager an air?
Beaufort" he heard him say, 81
want to introduce you to the bravest,
nOblest woman it has ever been my lot
to know. But for her / would in all
probability not have been alive now.
She saved me fifteen or sixteen years
ago from frightful death. was lying
sick in bed, unable to move hand or
foot, when sudden breeze, coming
into an open window, blew the curtains
into tho 1;rrb4 Cu,o,,