The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1888-07-11

brighten the dull city with the spread Of
their gay plumage; when men go back
to the dull routine of business, reviyi6ed
by the rost they have taken; and dormant
society wakes from its sleep.
That fall New Orleans's pulse beat
with feyersh activity, for it witnessed
| the opening of the ''World's Exposition.
And right royalty the dear old city well
coined concourse such as had never be-
fore graced her doors. A concourse
drawn thither by the grand pageant in
which all nationalities forgot their diff
ferences, and united in bringing their
treasures to enrich the scene. Mrs
Elliotts was the vantage point toward
which the afiiuent visitor to the South
ern metropolis invariably made his way.
To certain number only she gave adj
mission. No thought of a golden harv.
est to be reaped could persuade her to
incommode her boaders by an unseemly
crowding in of other guests, so that
while other houses were swarming with
crowds of humanity that jostled one
against the other in the small compass
allotted to them as value received for
the liberal stipend paid, ours was free
from these dscomforts. Father was en-
gagged at the Exposition Building" all
day and far into the night, superintend-
ing his interests there.
AS winter approached, Mrs. Elliott
but rarely left Ada, for she saw, what
even to strangers was plain, that the lit
tie bad was passing away to bloom in
the garden of Paradise. assumed all
the duties and responsibilities of the
housekeeping that the mother and her
child might not be parted during the
last days OF sad, but sweet companion
ship. To my father l relegated the col
lection of bills, the payment of dues;
keeping strict account of each receipt
and every expenditure.
One night he returned home much
earlier than was his won't His face was
ashen pale, and his limbs trembled with
excitement l went with him to his
room to try and persuade him to rest, but
he silenced my fears of his ill-health,
assuring me that all was well with him.
And then he told me: "Eunice, child, l
have seen what at first l thought the
phantom of dear old friend to-day.
/ Twice did / see the familiar features in
the surgng crowd that swept by me. L
followed, scarce crediting my senses;
and at length l found him--Edith's hus-
band-my old friend, George Elliott,
Eunice, how cvn tell herr"
"But,n said |, when the first surprise
was past, "how can you explain the mys-
/ terry of his reappearancc2 For years he
was mourned as dead"
"Yes; but he, too, was rescued by a
good Samaritan of the deep, and be-
lieyed his wife was lost, owing to the
official stupidity of which l once told
you. The poor woman that was hur-
ried off to the Potter's field as soon as
/ the breath left her body, was, months
/ later, disinterred, and buried beneath
marble shaft, in Georges plot at Green
wood. My friend still wore mournig for
his wife when met him to day"
$50, perhaps, after all some men have
women's fancies, said /.
| Father kissed me tenderly-"go pre-
pare Edith for the meeting. George
waits anxiousIy. have told him of his
child, he knows that her stay will not be
/ for long" / hurried to obey my fathers
wishes. Something of the joy felt at
the anticipation of the glad reunion must
have appeared in my face for Ada smiled
sweetly as l entered. "Sister (she al
ways called me so toward the LAST Sis
ter-has- good news" said she, family.
81 have, darling, good, very, very
good news"
"Will--you-tell-u
Kneeling there beside her, / stroked
the little hand she laid in mine as an
swered, eyes my darling, in a little
while. Are you strong enough to listen
to little story tirst2'
"Yes-yes"- eagerly answered the
child.
'Well, then, darling, many years ago,
we will say seven years since, there was
lady and a gentleman sailing on one of
those pretty white winged yatchs that
skim over the pillows like bird at
sea-
'Stopl stopn cried Edith.
| motioned her to silence, aud con-
tinued: "a tiny black cloud suddenly
arose in the clear blue sky, a harbinger
of the swift oncoming storm; but none
noticed the warning, and the precious
moments passed on. The wind arose,
gaining rapidly in intensity until it cul-
minated in a furious gale. The tiny
yacht danced like leaf on the storm
tossed waves. But, oh, cruel fate The
tempest felt no pity for the two hearts
there. Amid the roll of thunder and
tnO VI lhC lilC
wicked deed was done. And when next
.the lightning's flash lit up the scene, the
waves were signing mournfully for the
little boat that had gone down, down
into the grave beneath the deep blue
sea"
"Stop stop!" cried Edith "Eunice,
darling, it was a storm such as you have
pictured that robbed me of my husband"
The - papa - I never = knew,
echoed the child. I-will-meet-
him-soon, - dear - mammma. and
ll-him-how -you-loved-h him"
She paused, and her eyes fastened
themselves in amazed surprise upon the
door which had opened softly as she
spoke. No need for me to turn, knew;
felt who stood there. Edith alone had
heard nothing. "Tell him, darling"
she murmured through her tears, ''that
the heart gave him years ago is now as
truly his as then, and that wnen at length
death comes, l will gladly welcome the
call that summons me TO you and to him" "
gasped for breath as she spoke, for a
stranger had drawn near to the bedside.
My father stood beside him. ''The
pretty yacht went down, but husband
and wife were saved!" l cried out Joy
ously. Edith looked at me keenly.
"Savedl Bothln she echoed.
t'Yesl yes said the child ooh