The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1892-12-07

came rusnlng down
the mountain side, she knew the trees
would bend their tall heads together and
twine their strong arms around her
home, until, robbed Of his victim, the
baffied storm rushed by.
When morning broke, the came
friends stood erect and stately, drawing
aside their leaves and branches, that the
sunbeams might not linger in their soft
embraces, but hasten down to awaken
their favorite, Marie.
Very lovely was the little Swiss maid,
with violet eyes that now danced aud
sparkled and then grew soft and tender
as a little child's. Two rose red lips
shut In her pearly teeth, and when she
smiled a tiny dimple danced for a mo.
ment on her pcachy check. Her hair
chung in caressing curls around her low
white forehead, and fell in ripples of
golden sunshine far below her slender
waist. And her voicel Ali that was
Marie's greatest charm. Soft and clear.
not a discordant note marred It's sweet,
pure harmony. Sometimes as she sang
at her evening devotions the herdsmen
far below In the valley, catching faint
notes OF her song, looked up and crossed
themselves, half believing they heard
the echo Of an angel choir.
But very few knew Of Marie's beauty,
For when she went with her mother on
n of her rare visits to the hamlet be.
low, she brushed her wavy hair straight
and smooth back from her forehead, and
braided it in long stiff plaits which fell
down her back.
Her eyelids, with their curtains of
long silky lasnes, dropped over her dane
ing eyes until one looked in vain for a
glimpse of their beauty. Her red lips
shut firmly over her pearly teeth, while
the dimple hid itself resolutely away from
sight. And her sweet voice, frightened
at its own sound so far from home, grew
faint and husky, until, in this shrink
ing, sober damscl, walking so timidly
beside the Widow Neur. you would have
found it hard to recognize the beautiful
Marie of the mountain.
So it happened that only her mother
and one other person knew how good
and sweet and how fair Marie was.
This other was a stranger who came
from a far away country and spent his
summers in a little house on the noun
tain's very top.
The simple villagers called him "the
wizard, and told strange tales of how
he spent whole nights gazing at the
heavens through a long tube; that he
could foretell to an hour when the sun
would cover itself with darkness; but,
strangest Of all, he had a little wire
stretched for miles over hills aud valleys
to the great cityl This wire talked to
him in a queer language which no one
elsa could understand.
"Vick, tick, tickety tick" 1t said,
and it told him things nat happened
miles and miles away.
Marie did not know how wise the
wizard wa when he came to her home
n morning and asked for a drink of
water.
BE followed her to the spring when
she went for it and stopped by the way
to break open a curious stone. He
showed Marie how queerly marked it was
inside, and then teld her a story about it.
The usually timid maiden was so inter-
ested she forgot to be frightened, and
thus a strong friendship between the two
was begun.
After this the wizard often came to
the widows chalet for rest and refresh
lei on his long rambles, and Marie uu.
consciously revealed her charms to him,
one by one, until, long before the first
summer was ended, the stranger knew
that no girl in all the canton could be
compared with Marie.
On the other side of the mountain from
the Widow Neur's home lived another
widow. She, too, had but one child, a
son, who was the pride and delight of
her life. This was the brave young
hunter and guide Gustavus Friel.
Every n knew and liked Gustavus.
He was tall, straight, and handsome,
with flashing brown eyes, and a laugh as
frank as a child's; he was the favorite of
the canton, and there was not a girl
within its bounds who would not have
been proud to plight her troth with
him.
Gustavus, however, cared little for the