The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1892-08-03

JnlnB Pheasant TO MIN when he came
back to the spring.
But he did not come back at all. Evi.
IDENTIFY there was some other way between
the smithy and the little brook.
At six o'clock, according to compact,
Mrs. Perkins came for the artist to es-
cort her home.
"And you've been all this time doing
that little bit of workG" said Mrs. Per-
kins.
"Oh, 1 haven't worked all the time,
PerkyW impatiently spoke the girl.
''Besides, one can't hurry art"
AS they strolled slowly down the shady
road, Elma suddenly stopped and picked
up something.
"What's that2" said the governess,
lifting her crisp founces out Of the dust.
GA horseshoe-an old, common horse
shoe. Put that down at once, MISC FL
wood !"
"Wait for a moment, Perkyl" cried
the girl, rushing away through the
bushes. "'ve forgotten something"
Half minute later, she was down in
front of the closed smithy, balancing
herself on the identical butternut- wood
stump.
With round stone for hammer, she
drove in a rusty nail, and hung the thin
old horseshoe over the door.
"rhere's good luck for Louis Dali
zelll" she cried, as she sprang lightly
backward.
"Take carel" said voice behind her.
And then she became aware that Dali
zell himself had emerged from the bow
cry shadow of the trees, and that she
had nearly knocked him over.
"Is that for meY" he said. ''Oh,
thanks"
And placing both hands lightly on her
shoulders, he kissed her, driven by some
sudden impulse for which he himself
could scarcely account.
Elma Elwood turned scarlet all over;
she rubbed her cheeks to efface all YES
tige of the ofTense, and stamped her kid
shod foot in the sand with futile passion.
"How dare youl" she cried. "How
dare you2"
And like flying nymph she vanished
into the dense shadow of the woods,
leaving the young man transtixed with
surprise.
"Why does she make such fuss2" he
asked himself. "Sho's only child
but good fate what beautiful chlldl"
He reached up aud took down the
the thin, old horse shoe aud put it in his
pocket. He and the picturesque, long
bearded old blacksmith had quarrelled
that day, aud he meant to leave Wyndale
with the break of the morro.w's dawn.
"l'll take my luck with me-" he said
to himself. "God bless the child for
thinking of mel"
Just year afterward old Major Ell.
wood died, leaving his affairs hopelessIy
entangled; and when the lawyers had
squabbled long enough over the bust
ness, it was formally announced that
there was nothing left for the child to
to live on.
"What am I to do, Perky9" said
Elma, with big, blue eyes of apprehen
sion and di3may.
And good Mrs. Perkins, who had sue
ceeded in obtaining situation as Eng
lish teacher in a boarding school, bar
gained to forego part of her own salary
Tor the sake of having Elma's education
go on at Watley Hall.
"a teachers life isn't all roses" said
she, shut can't bear the idea of hay
ing the poor, little dear bound out to
trade or stood up behind counter.
And, really, her voice might be made
something Of"
All these things happened years ago,
and Denveras was not the big city
it is now when Mrs. Perkins and her
adopted daughter decided to cast their
lots in the shadow of the Black Hills.
''Music is overdone in the Eastern
States" said the good ex-governess
"But l think we'll make try for 1t
here, Elma, dear. I'm told that if we
can interest that rich iron man that lives
in the castellated mansion out beyond.
Plaza River, his influence can do every
thing for us"
"Really" Elma's dimples danced
roguishly. "What very curious sort
of person an-iron man must be! I'm
very curious to see him, Perky, do you
knowW
"Nonsense, my dear" cried Mrs. Per-
kins. "You know what l mean per-
fectly we'll. He's made his fortune in
the iron business-railways and that
sort Of thing. And Pm going to call
there this very afternoon, to bespeak his
recommendations and good Offices"
"Oh, Perky, must got"
"Of course you must go, child"
Elma Elmwood sat trembling in the
great entrance hall of the Moresqve
mansion, on the south shore of the Plaza
River.
The sunshine glinmered on the floor
of rose and white marble; giant myrtles
and blossoming lemon trees filled the
angles, and a low easy.chair on a tiger
skin by the door, was drifted over with
newspapers. Presently Mrs. Perkins
came smiling back.
''lIe will be with us presently" said
she. "Really, my dear, he's quite a
young man-not at all the bald-pate1
railroad king expected to see. And he
is most kind aud gracious, aud has
promised to recommend us everywhere. "
The door opened and the iron man en-
tered, followed by two or three magnif
icent hounds. Elma sprang up with a
cry.
"Why," she exclaimed, SITS Louis
It's Louis Dalzell!"
He held out both his hands.
al can't have changed so very much
thenl' said he"
At the same instant Elma's eyes caught
| sight of a strange object above the