Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-08-08

ribIe notoriety you two Wild things would
have! As it is, it's like nice play.
Adieup
Il wish my mother would come now, :"
said Tiff. after the door had closed upon
her husbands buoyant sister-who was
also school friend-and after pause,
or something equivalent to one. HUFF
had not descended TO the carriage with
Miss Thwaite, for fear Of catching sight
of the world dreaded grin on the foot
mans visage.
Your mother Is a woman dear, an
swered Thwaite, as If that meant some
thing unusual, land ii will take long
time for her to come round as my father
has done
But you are unrelenting as you can
be" suggested Tiff.
Huff would like to have said that as q
young husband he could not be otherwise
than he was. but as he felt that this
might be too brilliant . revelation Tor
Tiff, he remained silent.
In the evening they were sitting. as was
customary. in the cheerful blue tinted
room. Huff feeling very cozy and aloof
from the world and annoying relatives,
and remembering his days occupation in
the rival insurance Office as If it were
dream
The door was opened hastily. and
figure presented itself which dashed their
united calm to atoms.
1t was Esther, pale and trembling. her
ashen face emphasized by black veil
around it, and over her colored dress q
heavy. black shawl Thwaite hurried to
her and took her ungloved hand in his.
My sister. what has happened to
your
Let me sit down or l shall faint"
whispered Esther. dropping her head
against his arm.
Thwaite led her to an easy chair and
helped her down upon its soft cushions.
Tiff was alert In opening the window, and
then running to. Esther's side, finding
her. however, little less faint, her eyes
looking rapidly from one to the other. as
the two sympathetic young people bent
toward her
Dear sister" sobbed Tiff. has some
thing terrible happenedf"
MY father" said the white faced girl
in low tones. shutting her eyes.
Father fasher!'' cried Thwaite. deeply
agitated and clutching his sisters hands
in a frmer grasp. What news of him?"
"Deadp'
The young couple sank on either side
Of Esther crushed and Mortified. With
out opening her eyes Esther spoke on:
when | told him how you received
the loving message. brother viii. in one
moment
Thwaite's distress was agonizing
Esther stopped speaking. opened her
eyes and leaned forward eagerly.
WAS it right to be SO harsh and IN
yielding to your own father. WillY
Her brother had withdrawn to the other
side of tho room, his face buried in his
arms against the wall.
'.Oh. Esther. have we no hopes" Tiff
sobbed
why. yes. there is hope in this case.
Miss 1hwaite said. in a different tone
Will turned. his face covered with tears
''You said it, brother. and you can undo
1t. Dead to you"
Esther he'd played q dangerous game,
but she wes determined girl. and felt
equal to the emergency. Her strong
presence and sound good cheer buoyed up
the two victims of her scheme. and en-
he had undergone.
She drew a letter from her pocket
which had been written by Wills eide.
UTOtuci III SuitdSo " MS Aathct upOu
hearing Of the runaway match. H,
praised Will up to the skies. and declared
that any girl he choose must be price
less jewel, whether she possessed any OF
not. and he begged his father to do the
handsome thing by them both.
And SO" concluded Esther, papa
wants to give You a magnificent recep
tion."
She had thrown aside her black drapery
and busted the powder from her checks
with flourish of her scented handker-
chief. and now ran to the parlor and1
called "Johnr" in a business like way
In another instant walking hill Of flow
ers emerged from the shadows of the
entry. and John. in dark green cloth and
silver buttons. set two huge baskets Of
flowers upon the carpet. Papa sent
them to you, Bessie. with his love- said
Esther. "And shall soon be here again.
shall nots"
.'Oh. dol" answered Tiff. hiding her face
oh Huff's shoulder. with twining of
arms.
Give our love to the governor" roared
Huff. flushed. grinning. jubilant.
Esther laughed merrily, caught up her
black drapery and ran down stairs, fol
lowed by John with q contortion shout
his ips.-Harper's Weekly.