The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1891-08-19
A SUMNER IDYE.
ny AGNES CLIFFORD.

Gwendoline met her aunt, Mrs. New
combe, at the little station and drove
her up in her own phaeton.
''Is any one here1" asked Mrs. New.
combe as they rolled along the hard
white road between low green fields or
either hand.
81 mean any one NICE" specified
Mrs. Newcombe with her soft little
laugh.
"Wariield is here-Edgar WarGeld, >
said Gwendolinc, decking a fly off Jer.
rvs shining coat with her whip.
"Ah! That is pleasant for YOU"
"Pleasant!" cried the younger lady,
with note of petulance in her voice.
al don't think so. It's bore"
Miss Ventnor's dark, handsome face
settled in moody lines. She looked like
her mother. She had not taken after
her father, who was blonde. But her
fathers youngest sister, the little widow,
was very like him. Mrs. Newcombe had
charming fairness and liquid eyes. She
never lOoked worldly.
'Isn't he thought good partii" she
inquired.
Gwendoline made another brusoue
movement with her whip.
"Oh, l suppose so. He's rich, if
that what you mean. Aud he has no
incumberance. No mother or sisters. "
Miss Ventnor laughed. "That ought to
be recommendation. A fellows fam
lily is dreadfully tiresome-an awful
bore"
A dog-cart, with a powerful horse
harnessed to it, appeared ahead of them.
As the gentleman who was driving it
came abreast Of the phaeton he raised
his hat.
"That's Edgar Warfeld," said Gwen
dohne moment later.
"lle is good looking. You ure hard
to please, Gwen"
"Oh, | don't know. l might like
him well enough as friend if he would
stop annoying me-"
Annoying youl"
"Oh, hanging around"
Mrs. Ventnor was on the piazza of the
cottage as they drove up. She followed
her sister-in-law to her room,
'l'm awfully glad you have come,
Phoebe. 1t will be a boon to Gwendo.
line to have you. | wish you would talk
sensibly to her, by the way. She is trifling
with an excellent chance of settling in
life."
"Do you mean Mr.. Warfeld7" asked
Mrs. Newcombe, removing her dainty
close travelling hat and long gauze veil
before the toilet table. "Gwendolino
has been telling me about him."
"What did she sayl'
"She said he bored her."
"Nonsensel He's only too fond of
her. He's a very afTectionate fellow.
and he's been desperately blue since the
death of his mother, to whom he was
devoted. He looks for sympathy from
Gwendoline, and he does not get it.
Silly girl that she isl You're looking
very well, Phoebe. Gray is SO becoming
to you. Now, Gwendoline can't wear
gray at all. Vivid, rich colors suit her
style. We'll, will leave you to dress.
We dine at $50. Probably Mr.. War
field will drop in this evening. l asked
him. At dinner Mrs. Newcombe was in
gray again, the most delicate, pearly
gray, against which her throat and face
looked fair as a sea she'll Gwendoline,
who was dressed in transparent black.
had bunch of red geraniums at her
breast.
"You make a pretty contrast" smiled
Mr. Ventnor, glancing from his young
sister to his daughter.
When they rose from table, where they
had fingered, Gwendoline passed her
hand through her aunt's arm
"There! knew he would appear be-
lore the day was over" Miss Ventnor
nurmured, impatiently.
"Who9"
'Edgar Warfeld.n
And Mrs. Newcombe saw the Young
mans slight, well-built figure, in its
luiet mourning clothes, approach by the
'arriage-way that spanned the lawn.
"Hou can't run away now, Gwen"
he said softly. SIT isn't decent. Be ,
iUl to the poor fellow, at least"
She disengaged herself gently from ,
ier niece's clasp. And after the formali-
y of introduction had been followed by !
lew words between herself and the l
oung man she wandered away with oae
I her sweet, indulgent smiles aud re-
ntered the house.