The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1893-11-22

%~I tired tired n'i in the latest
style, and apparently very much in
earnest.
His companion was q young girl
with dark, wistful eyes and q pensive
Troop of pretty mouth.
Her baptismal name was Ellen, but
being of a highly romantic turn, she
had heightened it into Elaine; and
also preferred to call her lover, Mr..
Charles Northrop, by the name of
Carol-having learned that Carolas
was the Latin of Charles.
With sigh she replied to her lovers
question:
81 must tell you the truth, Carol. 1
do love you, and can never care for
any one else; but think should love
you more tiff you we're poor"
"Poor?" he echoed, in surprise.
''You see, the whole course of our
love has been so prosaic and common
place and conventional that it hardly
comes. up to my idea of what love
should be. We fell in love with each
other at party which Aunt Minturn
gave purposely to bring us together,
and we are both rich-at least, you
and papa are, and pa will be sure to
give his consent the moment it is
asked-and there will not be a single
thing to give a tinge of romance or
poetry to it all. Isn't it disappoint-
ing?"
The young man looked into her eyes
and thoughtfully stroked his blonde
moustache. He was doing his best to
take in her view of the case.
'Do you mean, Elaine, that you
would prefer for us to be poor, and
have everybody opposed to our mar
riage, and obstacles placed in the way
of our happiness?"
Don't put it in that practical way,
Carol. / wish you could understand
me better, and had just little more
poetical sentiment. You, who are an
artist"
can artist Why, darling, I have
mover touched brush or palette ex-
cept to paint scenes for our amateur
theatre.
"But you did that so nicely, which
shows that you have talent and some
knowledge Of the art. And l like to
think of you as an artist.
just here they were interrupted by
Master Eddie, the youngest of the
Minturn household, suddenly kicking
open the door and flashing Kodak
upon them, and then refusing to give
up the picture until Mr.. Northrop had
promised him a circus tocket. And so
their conversation was put II stop to
for the time being.
But next day Elaine met her lover
with u radiant light in her eyes.
"Oh, Carol, have thought of the
loveliest plan You know I'm going
home next week, and you must follow
me, and pretend to be poor artist"
81 couldn't be any other kind, )" he
interiected.
But she went on, breathlessly:
"And set up plain little studio,
and paint landscapes and portraits"
81? Elaine -
"Oh, just the kind of things you
paint for the stage, and nobody in
Riceville will know the difference-or
if they do you can say that they are
only sketches, or beginnings, and
will look differently when completed.
And you are to fall in love with
me-"
"I've done that already"
Sand ask papa for my hand, which
he will be sure to refuse, so then we
will have stolen interviews, and finally
run away and get married. Every
body will be talking about us, and
papa will cut up dreadful row. And
only think how delighted it will all be,
especially when We come back and let
them know that instead of poor art
ist, have married a rich man Papa
will forgive us then, of course, and We
shall have had such a charming little
romance !"
He couldn't exactly see the charm
of it at ALL but she was so enthusias-
tic over her plan, and so tender and
coaxing, that it was more than he
could do 10 raise objections.
He was so much in love that he was
willing to go almost any length to
please her, especially when all was to
end well and happily.
So Miss Elaine Fitzsimmons re
turned home to her fathers elegant
residence. overlooking the little town
of Riceville, and in due time there ar
rived a handsome young artist with
blonde hair and moustache (she had
allowed them time TO grow, who
established himself in small room