The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-11-17

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to be present at this marriage, cost him
what pang it might.
"Cousin Franklin, said Anabel Cif.
ton, 81 am in very great sorrow, and
naturally in my Sorrow turn to trusted
friend"
At this moment knock at the door
demanded attention. "Every one is
waiting" voice said; 'but Mr.. Sands
has not come Mrs. Clifton will send to
his hotel, if Miss Anabel is willing"
''Send for him, said Anabel And
Franklin thought fiat he saw her shud
der. lie glanced at his watch, as at thu
door he reiterated the most inaudible or.
der. He returned, tgoubled.
"Tell me, " he saidse'the cause Of your
sorrow. l will help yo{rif l can. You
can trust me-you know that, Anabel-
to my lifes end" -
Ana6el had allowed.liM in his earnest
! ness to ilNsp Setssttif white -gloved hand.
He felt ehat it was ice-cold Then she
went to her bureau-the bureau riaed
THAT morning of all its deHcately stitched
treasureGquite empty NOW, excepting
one drawer, which Apabe unlocked.
&she took flom it an unsealed note-the
message that with wonan's newborn
instinct of swelling her heart from the
woR1 sehe had concealed and turned
the lock upon, before, in the uncon-.
trollable climax of her misery she had
cried for help, and fallen, as they had
found her, in a death-like swoon. 4
81. She stood still, looking downward, and
holding the unsealed nJtein her hand
Another knock, another message.
''Nlr. Sands has left, hisf hotel. TIE.
thought he was to leave town by the
a so express, What shan we do, Miss
Anabel2'
"Send to the depot" was the order
She flew to Franklin's side. Sht
clasped his hand. "Dear friend" she
said, ''you have loved me truly for-so
long. You love me now, do you not7"
Something forbade the loyal soul Of
Franklin Monroe to say 81 love YOU to
an atiianced bride. But his eloquent
eyes, his earnest face, gave assurance to
Anabel, He said; II am at your COM
mand."
She put the letter into his hand.
He glanced over the passionate pro-
t5tations, the plea for forgiveness the
breaking of heart at Anabel's feet, to
comprehend the one marked sentence
that explained why the announced mar
riage was unlawful impossible-why
Eugene Sands had fed.
t4ae more message, ''No tidings from
the railway depot. Mr.. Sands has not
been seen there to-day. The people are
very impatient. Mrs. Clifton sends tC
Know what we shall say"
''Say l am coming" said Anabel.
She closed the door. She was almost
fabulous in her brilliant beauty as, in
fee of her mingled love and resolve, she
returned to Franklin. -
She tore from the knot of orange bios
SONS that had accompanies Franklin's
gift, and which was already clasped
against the bosom of her bridal dress,
one flower, and fastened it N his vest.
O'cLock r. M--Two houfs late; but
at last the wedding march strikes up.
The bride is comingI The long delay is
rewarded by the visiopS "She looks
like an angel, they said.te
One riveted gaze at the bride, and then
all eyes turned upon the bridegroom.
Already bridem aids and groomsmcn
had rallied from the shock of surprise.
The throng of guests accepted their as
tonishment as best they might. Anabel's
mother, pale and trembling, glancing.
toward her darling when the cortege enl
tered, with its surprising denOuement,
murmured "Thank Heavenn The young
brides loveliness subdued everybody
Even the children behaved discreetly,
beyond allspteeedent, in extreme Ell.
gency of children's behavior. The whole
household--the whole town, in fact.
haasknaYn q Macs AGption, anc
there had been ~h6 lack OF sympathetic
Indignation when HiAaiehtSo be Anabel's
lover was usurp6@ by an arrogant
6'cloek P.sM-under the marriage
bell of lilies and white roses, a married
woman, Anabel Monroe. And every one
pushing up to kiss and congratulate the
bride. Aud SSe bridegroSA9 lie was
equal to the sAccasion--a good deal to
say of a mais 40, in addition to the
usual nervousness ascribedseOthe mascD.
line rAood such an occasion, had
known in thsfapid experience of mo-
ment the tray tion from despair to tri-
umph.
4 o'clock PHI In her travelling dress,
and in the carriage; the adieux all made +;
, the luck -propitiating shoe, Mays pet
embroidered slipper, to be framed in a
glass case eventually, flung ter the re-
ceding. wheels in the highway. The
sound of the dance tread al the music
pours into the open air. d from be-
tween half barred blinds o. window
not far off an anxious, grief drawn face
, follows with its guilty eyes the carriage
receding in the avenues sunSGt Redeemed
dusk.
O'Clock p. MA compau4nent in a
palace car destined to stope at West
Point. Rooms bespoken by telegraph,
which at morning shall show tie dAwn's
superb outlook upon woR@ad path
windhg to the rivers edge, the.Yell-
knows Filtration Path, freighte% for
, FranNip Monroe with memory q hrst
: love first love buried, as he Thought,
but dN8kened by fate at last so strange
, ly, sEhazzlingly, from the sleeping, not
deadepast.