The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1890-01-22

| oAPldiH ~ ull 10 you some time,
said Cohee, in pitying way. Then he
turned to me.
"lnt'rest'd in photography First
rate chance here for good subjects.
Caught n fellow with his arm around
girl, in sleigh, as we were coming up.
Got 'cm from behind-driving like fun.
Say, doctor, send down to the station for
our trunks, will you?"
Up to this time Jack and ! had had it
all our own way with Miss Belle Prender-
gast. Perhaps Jack had more of his way
than | had of mine; but was playing
waiting game. l am waiting still but
Gthat Is all right.
Now, however, all was changed. Jag
worth's old man, it seemed had made
two or three millions out of hair-oil.
Cohee was his particular friend. They
owned the house, to all ntents and pur.
poses. The Bebus family bowed down
and worshiped them, and old man
Prendergast, with one foot and a half in
the grave, actually chucked his lovely
daughter at Jagworth's head. And
what seemed to me most remarkable was
that Jack, although Belle seemed to take
kindly to Jagworth and his guitar,
actually hung on to Cohee just as Cohee
hung on to Jagworth. / did solo act
IN this concert of admirable happiness,
and passed most of my time sitting on
the front fence.
1t was photography all day, and Jack
was taking lessons of Cohee. He was
uncommonly stupid about it, and spoiled
most of the plates Cohee let him develop
Jagworth hadn't much to say for himself;
he just hung about Belle all day, and in
the evening he played the guitar until
the whitewash began to drop down in
flakes off the ceiling.
l was pretty near ready to die when
one night heard there was to be a va
ration. Cohee had got some flash pow
der from New York, and he was going
to take us by fash-lght. He got his
three-legged machine set up in the par
lor, where we young folk were left to
ourselves, now, as much as we pleased.
There were Jagworth and his guitar, and
Belle, and Cohee and Jack and Miss Be
bus, who was making sort of a dead
land buricd set at Cohee, and was
there, too
First he darkened the room and
flashed up the light, and took Belle,
standing before the white mantelpiece,
looking too pretty for any use. And
Jack sat there, handing him his plate
holders, as much as if he liked it.
couldn't have done that. was out of
it; but couldn't have done that.
Then he took Jagworth, standing up
with his left hand on his hip and his
right hand on the head of his guitar,
like the goddess Of music. Then Miss
Bebus began to curvet, and he had to
take her. That made me tired, using
the same camera for Belle and Miss
Bebus, and went upstairs to bed.
The next morning we were gathered
in the parlor, in our strictly limited
family way, waiting for Cohee to develop
the flash-light pictures. Pretty soon he
came out of his darkroom, which was
the hall-closet, with dead wasp in his
hair. He looked puzzled.
~ cant make it out" he said; 'I've
got Miss Belle all right but there amt
thing on any of the other plates ex-
cept one, and can't make out what that
is. However, he continued, I'm take
blue print of it, and see how it looks.
l guess | focused little wrong.n
He printed the blueprint, and brought
it in, and we all helped him wash it off.
Blue-prints are whitey-yellow tirst-you
wash them in cold water, and they turn
blue, like a baby.
1t came out after a while and we all |
saw what it wac. There was the mantel- !
piece. There was Jagworth, standing
up, with his arm around Miss Bebus. |
Jack had given Cohee the same plate
holder twice, the same way. l kept that
blue print.
80 Mr.. Jagworth" said Miss Bebus,
GLOW could you take such an advan-
tage"
young people will be young people," |
said Doctor Bebus, smiling.
"Well, wish | may die if / ever"
said Jagworth, and there language failed
him.
But language didn't fail old Prender-
gast
''Lemme get out of this !" he shouted;
II have been grossly deceived. Lemme
get out of a house where such goings on
are allowed. This is healthy sani-
tarlum This is n nice Don Joon you've
played on my innocent darter and me.
Make out my bill I'm going by the ten
o'clock train, You, Belle, go and pack.
I'll git the sleigh. Make out my bill,
you manooyrin' COBRA"
Belle cried; but it was no use. The
doctor said he wouldn't have any one in
the house who mad so revilcd a revelation
of innocent and natural affection. The
doctor was proud and easy since he had J.
seen the photograph. 1t came in handy,
the following spring, in the breach-of-
promise case.
In half-an-hom the sleigh was at the
door and Belle in it. Jack and I went
out TO say goodbye. Jack stayed longer
than | did. He seemed to have more to
say.
Old man Prendergast was inside, set
ting DIR. Bebus's bill. As / have limited
before, this was not what you might call
an oif-hand job. They were wrangling
over the third item-''use Of respirator,
~ 27'-when Joe, the driver, came in
to say that if they waited two minutes
longer he couldn't catch the train, and
there wasn't another until nine o'clock at
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