The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1892-08-24

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humorous glance at her husbands ex-
tremely pretty young cousin, who stood,
in street attire, waiting for her-''that
he won't want to give me the money for
my new jacket to-day at all. But there S
the Carpenters reception Thursday, and
Wait for me! I'll try it,"
And Mrs. Parfitt ran down stairs, with
a valiant smile.
She found her husband in the library.
He was young aud comely, but a strip of
red flannel on his throat, shawl untidily
worn,- and a gloomy expression of couu-
tenance, did not improve him.
"I'd stay at home, DEAR" said Mrs.
Parfitt, "if there was anything l could
do for you"
"There isn't, said her husband, short.
ly. "This beastly cold has got to wear
itself out"
"Conny and are going out for lit
tic shopping, then. And if you can let
me have the money for my spring jacket
now, George2 I'm little late about
getting it as it is, you know. It's the
tan one, with a striped satin lining-aw-
fully pretty-at Bright's-"
al don't know anything about any
Jacket" George snapped. "Im harassed
enough in mind and body, Kate, without
your prosecuting me-"
"In mind2" said Mrs. Parftt, patiently
resigning herself.
This was one of Georges days at home.
eyes, in mipdl" He threw off his
shawl, and sat up and glowered at her.
"What do you think about Hugh Dudley
and Constance, anyhow2"
"Hugh Dudley and-Constancel"
Mrs. Parftt stared little.
"That's what / said. He's coming
here all the time, isn't hel What's he
coming for9'
Mrs. Parfitt looked into her lap. A
smile dawned on her fresh lips.
"I-really, L" she murmured.
'I feel responsible for Constance, "
said George, scowling impartially at
everything. ~ asked her here, and if
she does any thing Toto disgrace the
family, shall feel to blame for it. Hugh
Dudleyl Would Uncle Joe or Aunt
Agnes want her to marry Hugh Dudley9
A mere mere" no fit term presenting
itself. al don't like himw Mr.. Parftt
proceeded, warmly. "In the coffee bust
nessl And don't believe he knows who
his grandfather was!"
Mrs. Parfitt looked oddly demure.
"Isnt tho coffee business creditable,
George, dear2" she queried. "Aud the
Dudleys are very good family, George,
really, and everybody likes Hugh"
81 don'tl" George retorted. "Hugh
Dudley when, with the slightest en-
couragement, Thomas DanfoIth-n
"Ohl" Mrs. Parhtt murmured.
"You needn't think that has set me
against Hugh Dudley, though. 1t hasn't
it hasn't at all. 1t isn't merely that
Toms friend of mine; it's the differ
ence in the fellows. Toms brick-a
brick, Tom Danforth ism said Mr.. Par
fit, with an emphasis which amounted
to ferceness. "And for Constance Bergen
to deliberately take up with the worse
man of the two, when she might have
the better, it gals mel I'll never in7ite
her here again, mind you that-nor any
body elsel"
He flung back into his chair.
81 think Conny will-perhaps-be
living here before long, DEAR mis- wife
rejoined, mildly. She had retreated to
the hall. "And you-won't give me the
money for my jack"
"No" said her husband, emphatic
ally.
He heard the front door close directly,
and said to himself that he was more than
glad to be alone.
He supposed that Constance was up
stairs, but he was in no mood for talking
to Constance-far from it. He was
thoroughly and Indignantly out of
patience with her.
He went into the kitchen and asked
the cook to make him some ginger tea
Immediately. Returning, he saw from
the window a sight which caused him to
utter an exasperated growl. Hugh Dud-
ley was driving up briskly in his road
cart-the cart and his well-groomed
horse and his own good-looking face
all shining in the rays OF the morning
sun.
George met him at the door before the
maid could answer the bell.
sis Miss Bergen" the caller began,
with a questioning smile, offering to
shake hands.
Mr.. Paritt ignored his hand.
''She is not at home, " he said, de-