The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-09-15

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the world, Vesta thought, as she reached
the door and saw the cool porches, the
lawns and shade trees, and a big black
cat snooziug in a cushioned chair in the
ha |.
"How sweet the air is here! Smell
the Strawberries, Amelia, and see the
pinks. How comfortable l shall Just
wear a gingham dress all day, and grow
fat"
"Hush !" said Amelia. "There he isln
The gentleman in question came briskly
across the lawn--a handsome, graceful
fellow, with English whiskers-and
shook hands with the young ladies.
welcome, welcomed" he said, gayly.
81 began to think / should have no
society this summer. Mohammed could
not 60 to the mountain, and so the
mountain has come to Mohammed. But
this is a very nice place to be exiled to.
1t is a world in itself"
Amelia at once began chatting viva
ciously, while Vesta quickly thought
John st. Rose handsomer than when
she saw him in the last German. But
she would not let him have known it for
the world; and so she seemed Quieter
than usual; St. Rose thought it owing
to her fathers death, which had occurred
since he saw her last. He had always
fancicd the dainty, brown-eyed girl, but
at present he had his hands full with the
black.eycd one.
She was all spirits, life and animation.
She must see the falls and Goldwing
Mountain. She was interested in geo.
| logical strata, and charmed with his
specimens. He must find q spot to
swing her hammock. Her health was
delicate and his constant attendance in
numerous walks, for its benefit, would
be gratefully received. Vcsta was taken
along in these strolls, though she priv
ately rebelled
There were other boarders-a family
of Greys and Miss Catherwood, who
openly rebelled at Amelia's appropriation
OF the only beau.
"Umph! is she engaged to him?' she
asked, spitefully, of Vesta, one day, as
St. Rose aud Amelia marched away on a
fern expedition, Vesta absolutely refusing
to go.
Certainly not. But we have known
Mr.. st. Rose for long time," replied
| Vesta, wishing to defend her sister.
81 should think so" returned Miss
Catherwood, Significantly.
"Our mothers were friends"
"Umphr'
Vesta turned away with burning.
cheek. Others then noticed what dead
set Amelia was making at the heir of the
St. Roses. Her checks burned, and with
an impatient breath she sat down on a
rustic seat outside the door. WE'LL she
could not help Amelia's cause, but she
would die before she would thus openly
seek young mans attentions! She
would live and'1ie an old maid, or die
Door, rather.
Now, Miss Catherwood did not covet
Mr.. st. Roses attentions on account of
his moncy-she was herself rich, and
drove the most elegant little pleasure
carriage at The Tameracks. By-and-by
she came walking her ponies down the
lawn, and seeing Nesta's sober face, she
turned her stately head. Honestly, she
liked the sweet faced girl, and her tone
was quite sincere and cordial as she
called
"Won't you get your shade hat and
drive with met l am going to the viii
lage and want company"
Miss Catherwood could be as agreeable
as she could be disagreeable, and Nesta
longcd for a change from her unpleasant
thoughts, so she rose and went for her
hat.
A few rods from the house they met
st. Rose and Amelia returning, and Miss
Catherwood drew r, in.
~ have scat for one of you, she said,
brightly.
Thanks" said St. Rose; 81 have an
engagement at noon-but Miss Wylie
would like to 90 to town, presume"
Now, Amelia cordially hated Miss
Catherwood, because she dressed better
than she did, but she assiduously culti-
waited her, because the lady moved in the
best society. She readily accepted the
invitation to step into the elegant little
phaeton, and so. unconsciously, made
misstep; for at Starville Centre the car
riage was run iuto by heavy team, and,
as the wheelwright could not satisfac
rorily repair it until the next day, the
ladies were forced to spend the night at
the village hotel, which, fortunately, was
very comfortable.
They returned in good spirits, and
somewhat elated with their adventure;
had late dinner and looked about
them. 1t was 4 cool bright afternoon
but the tennis ground and the croquet-
lawn were deserted-there were no ladies
in the parlor, no gentlemen on the porch
only solitary invalid lady sewing in the
wide hall All the people had gone
"huckleberrying she said-''gone to
Dewings' Pasture"
"I know where it is! 1t is lovely and
cool down there. Let us gom cried
Vesta.
"Huckleberryingm cried Amelia, dis
dainfully. "Shall you go?" she inquired
of Miss Catherwood, who was kirtling
up her carriage-dress.
Certainly" replied the lady, who
thought John St. Rose might be there
when I am in Rome, l always do as the
Romans do"
Vesta, tripping along, came first into
the Pasture Ii was a pretty spot Great