The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-06-30

his top drawer, and turn out the me
mentos of the past. Do you know that
the other day stepped in while you and
he were discussing constancy on the
veranda, and / found twenty different
locks Of hair in one corner of the bureau
every color of the rainbow except gray
and all mixed up, so that they looked
like Joseph's coat or rag carpet"
Don't mind Sue, Florie dear" said
little BERTHE, comfortingly. ~ saw them,
and there wasn't strand of red auburn,
l mean-in the lot"
II do not mind either of you," said
Miss Maxwell, with dignity. 81 love
and-I trust"
''Sue where is Sue2" called Mrs. Lane
one morning about three weeks after this
conversation. "Come into the library
your papa wishes to see you"
Il wonder what mamma wantsY" said
Sue, putting down her linen doilies, on
which she was working Rosina Emmett
tea party. "Whcn they go into the
library, and shut the door, and call me,
something has happened to Jack. By
the-way, you haven't had a letter for a
week, have you, Florence"
''Not for two weeks" said Florence.
bravely, though the telltale color dyed
her cheek for an instant with a crimson
wave. 81 don't believe you care one bit
about poetry, BERTHE. I've been reading
this lovely Absence for half an hour,
and you keep on drawing as if it were
'Havens' Philosophy
"'What shall I do with all the days and
| hours
That must be counted ere see thy faceFn
'I'd make caramels some of the time, "
said Sue, tiippantly, "and swing in
hammock three hours a day at least"
Sue! Sue!" came the voice from the
library. "Daughterl" said her mamma,
pale shrinking lady in white wrap
per and pretty embroidered breakfast
cap. "Now don't get IN passion, dear
est doctor; let Susie see the telegram,
Oh, my DEAR l fear something terrible
has happened. had sort of PRESENT.
ment; you know was telling you, doc
! tor"
"Fiddlesticks with your PRESENT.
ments !" roared the doctor, d-faced old
gentleman with lot of blue-black hair
that stood up from his forehead like por-
cupine bristles. Something terrible in
deed, something disgraceful, something
dishonorable, something that brings my
gray hairs in sorrow to the grave.n The
doctor had not white lock Srhs head,
but his meaning was apparent, if his Ian
guage was fgui ative. 81 always said
JOHN was sentimental, tennis-playing
idiot. Never let me hear of tennis-courts
again. would not give cent for the
whole of the present generation. That
wretched college, with the professors and
their family life-family life indeed |
knew John was good -naught,
spoiled by his mother out of all CON
science; but to have disgraced himself, his
family, all of us!-not that consider
him in the least to blame. He was always
the most punctilious, the most strictly
honorable, QuiXotic creature. 1t was
the woman, of course She is twenty
years older than be-"
mo, papa, " from Susie; "she's just
nineteen
81 know what am talking about. All
college bellies are twenty years older than
the men they elope with; and he was so
trusting and confdingl The unhappy,
ot-headed creature to think he has de-
ceived this splendid, beautiful, wealthy
girl under my roof Why, 1 almost felt like
not sanctioning the engagement, because,
taking place here, it looked as if l ma
n9uvered for it. | a man9uverer. Great
CRsar!'
"Hush, papa" said Sue, clasping his
arm rs he frantically tore up and down
the room. "Give me the message"
YALE COLLEGE, September 25, 1ss-.
"Lohu Lane and lady will arrive at Z P. NJ.
Meet with carriage at station. Prepare sup
per and rooms. e. SNEED."
"Oh, mamma! it is true, then, he is
married; and if at Yale, to that Peters.
What shall we do2 Poor Florence! |!
Oh, Jack jack and to that scrubby
girl! Don't let them come here, mamma.
I'll telegraph
"No; he shall come here" cried Jacks
mother. 'It's terrible. but the poor dear
trusts ana loves me. See, the telegram
is to me, and you can't expect me,
doctor"-tprning with some violence on
the almoh insane father-''even you
can't expect me to side against my only
boy have on earth.
''Come here" said the doctor, almost
calmed by the excess of passion in his
bond-slave. "Of course he's coming
here; he's got no other place to 60 He
hasn't married fifty thousand a year, has
he But the question is, Who will break
it to that splendid creature Ican't tell
her; can't tell her: by Jove | can't.
You go, Sue, and break it to her Give
her hint. You women are clever
enough at inveigling"-with a glare at
wife and daughter that made the very
cap strings palptate. Tell her he's
dead, and then that he is married that
will case her down a bit. "
''Oh. don't say such a thing of my
poor darlingm cried his mamma, in
stantly summoning up the image of the
recreant John pale and beautiful in
death.
''What's all this commotion about?n
cried fresh young voice. Something
about Jack, isn't it? Why what ails you
all2 He-is-not- dead--is hel"