The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1892-04-13

complexioned, with regular features, and
large, gipsy-black eyes, where the jetty
lights seemed to swim at every breath.
A very old woman, covering over the
stove, had the same strange eyes, al
though her hair, under its closet -frilled
cap, was bleached snow white, and her
skin was the color of old parchment.
"What ye got2" the crone demanded,
as young Pole flung bunch of birds on
the table.
"Something for breakfast, granny" A"
said he. "Ive been hunting in Callet
Woods. Not much luck, though. Isay,
Naomi, l wish you'd hurry up supper"
"What fort 1t amt supper time vet,
and I've got all the towels to do vet"
ooh, bother the towelsl l want to
go over to Skene's Corners to night and
see Miss Stuart's new piano.p
'HumphV' Naomi ironed Swav with
redoubled zeal. "Miss Stuast's new
piano, indeed wish Miss Stuart was
further, and her new piano, tool But
you're like all the rest, Dave-a newiace
turns your head. Hessie Holt and her
poor little parlor organ amt much ac.
count now"
"Eha What We talkin' bout. Who's
Miss Stuart2 Is Hessie Hollis organ out
o tune ag'in1" crooned out the old
woman by the fire.
"Granny don't know" said Naomi.
al guess she's the only one that don't.
Miss Stuart, granny Why, she's the
latest fashion at Skene Corners. She's
the new schoolms am. Ask our Dave if
you want to know all about her. Ask
any of the young fellers
"Ask John Classonl" added David,
angrily. "Naomi's jealous-that's
what ails Naomi"
Naomi compressed her full red lips
and ironed resolutely on. The old
grandmother fell into a sort of doze and
nodded over the stove. David Pole
took the lantern down from its nail
against the chimney piece.
''lf cant get my supper here" said
he, "I'll get it over to Classon's. I'll
look arter the cattle first"
"You'll get it here if you wait till
supper timel" sharply spoke Naomi.
"I don't choose to wait"
"Then don't"
David Pole bit his lip.
"An' I'll take care to let John Clas-
son know what a sweet tempered sister
I've got," said he.
'John Classon nothing to me-" re-
torted Naomi.
"And never will be, l guess"
Naomi uttered a vexed exclamation
her over-heated iron had left its triangu-
lar impress on a fringed, ed.bordered
towel.
"Somethin's burnin'i" soueaked
granny, starting from her doze.
And in a moment Da yid was gone.
"He can do as he pleases," thought
Naomi, yindictively. "Ther's nothing
but cold pork and pickled beets for
supper, anyhow. Perhaps they'll have
something better at Classon's. Mirandy's
a good cook"
She put the tea stepping in a little
earthenware pot; she took the irons off
the stove, put away thu clothes horse,
and began, in a spiritless way, to set the
table for the evening meal.
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granny was stirring the homely brown
sugar into her first cup of tea, when a
gentle knock sounded on the warped
panel of the outside door. Naomi rose
to answer the summons.
A beautiful young woman, with red
gold hair, large light blue eyes and a
as delicate as roseleaf,
stood there, wrapped in scarlet and
black plaid shawl.
"Miss Polei" she said, hesitatingly.
Naomi inclined her head stiffly.
"Yes," said she, "that is my name"
''I am Eda Stuart.
Again Naomi bowed frlgidly.
"And," hesitated the new school
teacher, with smile that might have
melted the earthen ware Chinaman on
the lid of granny teapot, but which
produced no sort Of effect on p; omi