The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1889-04-10
A ROMANTIC AFFAIR,
BY MARGARET EYTINGE.

"Yes, my dear, it's Casa decided
one. Heart, or whatever stands in its
place, very much affected; but, let us
hope, not incurably So" said Kate Cor
don, shaking her head with mock gray
ity, to her cousin Lillian, who turned
from the window, out of which she had
been gazing, and looked inquiringly at
the speaker.
81 saw him over ,our shoulder" con-
tinued Kate, 'tas he walked slowly away
up the street, and | also saw the blush
that instantly crimsoned your pretty
face chow do you manage to have that
blush come at your call2J and the light
that sprang to your lovely blue eyes.
Again. you're in love, or fancying YOUR
self In love, Lillian, having already for
gotten the young artist that sailed for
home only month ago; and this time
1t IS with a poor professor of music in a
great city, where there are sufficient of
his kind to convert great country into
musi al Bedlam.n
"Why, Katem
"Im sure don't know why" said
Kate, pretending to take the exclama-
tion for an Interrogation, "unless it is
because he has large, dark eyes, fine
form, an aristocratlc face, q refined air
generally, and last, but not least, ap-
pears TO be highly sensible of your fasci-
nation. And, then, you've always been
ready to fall in love with any interesting
person that came in your way since your
first teen, especially when distance lent
enchantment TO the view"
"What romance, or semblance of a
romance, to adopt your own mode of
speaking, you are making out of moth
ing, Kate, " says the younger girl, with
toss of her chestnut braids.
"Out Of nothing q" repeats the other.
Given, a pretty, a very pretty girl,
watching at her window, half hidden,
in the regular poetical style, by its lace
curtains, at nine in the morning and
four in the afternoon; a handsome, a
very handsome, young man, coming out
-at the door of dwelling opposite pune
tually at the first hour and going in
punctually at the last, each time casting
profoundly respectful but Enthusiastically
tender glances at the watcher in the
window. A pinkrosebud in her light
pown hair in the morning is duplicated
in his hIttonhoe il the evening. She
stops one wintry day at the corner of
the street to buy bunch of violets, aRd
unconscious, of course, that she is OBJ
served, presses them TO her lips. That
same night a mysterious messenger
leaves an exquisite basket filed with
the fragrant things at her door. No
doubt the young professor went without
hls lunch fora week to buy them, for hot
house vio!ets aad eX ,uisite baskets"
kate How can you2'
because l cam" answers Kate coolly.
"And what's more, can ask how is it
all to end! know it is nothing but
romance on your part, but it may be
reality on his, and allow me if your
delicate sensibility will admit of it, to
recall - your mind the fable of the bows
and the frogs, where what was fun on
one side was death on the other, and to
kindly suggest that you find some new
occ patton at the hours of . and t."
Y "kate, | never was more deeply i'm
pressed ia all my life, that is never as
deeply mpressed-that is oh, pshaw
you know what mean. Don't you be-
lieve me.'
Disregardng the question, Kate went
on; And eSanting that your are in
earnest this time, which I-don't grant,
by the by, nothing could coma of it.
\ our positions in life are far apart-that
is, society DEGREES that they are-and
being a-well bred foreigner he no doubt
accepts such a decree as inevitable and
unless you meet him half way (you have
already taken the first step, he will
go beyond the tender glance and the
basket of flowers. And besides all
that, you will remember that LADY
Clare \ ere de Nere' did not monopoliZe
all the PRIDE. The yoeman had his
share and the better part, to my way to
thinking. And, if Pm not mistaken,
your handsome professor is Just as
proud"
"Kate, how do You know all thisln
asks Lillian, rising and coming to stand
before her, "NOu say no doubt and
II l am not mistaken, but the tone of /
your oice says u AInow."
"Beeause, my r while you have /.
been dreaming | u ge been acting. l !
felt sorrowful interest in the poor fell |
low as soon as discovered that you had |
made up your mind to look at him, and
so | went to work and found out all .
about him"
Down on the floor beside her sank |
pretty Lillian, saying as she seized one
hand: ''uo on, Kate; that's darling" !
nat he is professor of music you |
discovered yourself at the LuttrePs, |
where the dull-haired aud envious- com |
pleXioned Miss Gertrude condescends to |
be taught by him. To me belongs the |
credit, If it be credit, of finding out
all the rest, aud at the risk of shocking |
you. will proceed to tell you how / |
did it. | made friends, at the confec- |
TONERS one day, with his landlady, that |
funny little trencEwoman with the /
curls and the very much up
tilted nose. and / told her. Lillian |
madea gestu'e of impatience. well. |
I'll skip that and come to what she told |
me. Now, What should you guess his
name was His first name, Of course,
for it couldn't be expected that you
could guest his last.n
.'Walter, Hubert, Reginald, Roderiok,
Wrong, every one. It's Robert
not bad name as names 90, that is if
they don't shorten il. to Bob--and il |.