The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1892-03-30

"Well, he's got all the time there is
after we're gone. want you should be
very distant with him-and, Sarah, I
guess you'd better not begin any German
readings"
During Mr.. Morison's next visit Sarah
appeared in her aunt's room with very
anxious expression.
"Aunt Polly" she said, with an effort
at composure, "Mr. Morison's brought
the German books, and don't know
what to say about tip
"Well, go on" said the old lady, "I
suppose you're bent on it any way, and
perhaps he'll help you some"
She lay very still when she was alone,
sometimes with her eyes open, but gen
orally keeping them closed as pictures
from the past, and visions of what
might be ahead of her foated through
her brain, and the peculiar cruelty of
her brothers will smote her heart afresh.
When she had been left a widow forty
years ago, Ezra Turner had promptly
babe her stay on in the house which had
seen the happy years of her married life,
and which had been endeared to her by
hundred different associations; when the
sorrows it had witnessed consecrated the
place almost as tenderly as its periods of
Joy, while from the time she had brought
her little orphan niece Sarah home, a
new interest was given her life, yet one
inseparably bound up with the old man
sion. Ezra's will fell like thunderbolt
upon the old lady and her niece. In
deed, there was little question but that
it caused the weak turn which confined
her to her room; and as she lay there
now, family conscious of the voices from
below, something like a wish never to
leave the old home save for final rest.
il e place brought hot moisture into her
eyes.
1t seemed a long time before Mr.. Mori-
son went away. When the door had
closed upon him at last Mrs. Thorpe
alert for every sound, heard Sarah lin
gering ON the stairs. Presently the girl
appeared. Her cheeks we're scarlet.
"Well," demanded the old lady,
"what nowl-what new things he going
to claim9"
Sarah's color now swept all her face.
"Oh, Aunt Polly" she said, "it's all
as queer as queer can be. Oh, if you'll
only let me. Please-oh, Aunt Polly,
1t seems Mr.. Morrison made his mind up
right away, the very first day, he says
and ne never wanted anything so much
before"
sSarah Molyneux, said the old lady,
sitting upright, "what ails youl Speak
English"
"Oh, he's asked me to marry him,
Aunt Polly" said Sarah; "that's it; and
he says mustn't say no--he made all
that up about going to be married-or
rather, he says he was bound to make
me say yes"
Mrs. Thorpe remained rigid in the
same attitude for moment without
speaking. Sarah flushed and psled and
flushed again.
"What'd you tell him9" at last de-
manded the OLD lady, with an accent of
fine scorn. She was very proud of
Sarah's conquest. She knew all about
young Morrison, and was well aware how
highly he was esteemed. ~
"Oh-he say it's settled" observed
Sarah; sand of course --he was only
going on, he says, to try me about the
factory and the garden and the piano; /;
he says, bless your heart and he wouldn't
take thing belonging to you more'n
he'd steal"
"Only-my girl" said Mrs. Thorpe,
grimly. But when Sarah bent to kiss
her there was the kind of tenderness in
the old woman's embrace that the girl
remembered only when she was little
child.--The Independent.