The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1893-08-02


knew, Barbara Esmond's face.
"Hello |" calculated our hero.
"Fernelli, who the duse is that young
lady, and how came she here?"
''That young lady, signor, with the
brown dress and the long throat, and
the head like the goddess Diana?"
trYes."
ait is the music mistress of Pauline |
Delatour upstoirs; she comes twice of
week, and sings, my word, like q
nightingale.
t'Who is Pauline Delatour?"
IA poor girl, signor, who sews on
dresses; but one day she will come
out on the stage-she will sing at the
opera"
Harry NIilbrool5 stared at Signor
Fernell like one demented.
(which size did you say sir?"
I'll don't think I'll make selec-
tion to-day will call tomorrow"
And Mr.. Milbrook rushed headlong
down stairs, greatly to the surprise of
Signor Fernelli.
''The duse |" he calculated to him
self as he strobe along the narrow
street, with difficulty restraining him
self from tumbling at every other step
over the babies who swarmed on the
sidewalk, "a music -mistressl Giving
lessons in such a hole as that. Upon
my word I've come previously near
being taken in and done for So it's
all show and empty pretense that
wealth of hers, and she was going to
entrap IA husband on the strength of
it, NY stars it's enough to make the
hair stand right straight up on fell
lows head. What lucky thing 1t
was saw through the stratagem be-
fore was netted past escape"
He lifted his hat, and wiped the
chill beads of perspiration from his
forehead.
.'No, you don't, Miss Barbara Es-
mond," he muttered to himself with n
bitter, sarcastic smile wreathing his
lips. 81 am not quite such fool as
that, thank goodness. "
Barbara Esmond had futtered lightly
up the narrow staircase, all uncon-
scious of the eyes that were noting
her, through Signor Fernelli's partially
opened door, and entered a small room
, in the story above. A pale young
girl, with sweet, spirituelle face, sat
at her sewing by the window. She
frightened up Us the delicate figure
came in.
Miss Esmond, it is so kind of you
r to remember me so punctually."
> "Not at all kind. l am a genius
worshiper, Pauline, and 1 have dis
e covered the divine spark in you"
e "How shall 1 ever pay you, Miss
- Esmond?"
"By cultivating the talent heaven
| has bestowed upon you. Nay, nay,
: Pauline, am but following out a pet
whim."
t "And the piano, too, that you sent
. here. Oh, Miss Esmond, one of heav-
ems angels could hardly be more gen
5 erous!"
Q "Hush, hush, Pauline Begin youl
lesson. never thought, when first
r heard you singing at your work anc
a paused to listen to the fiute-like notes,
that You would be half way through
the exercise book in less than sly
+ months. When you sing at the operi
n l shall be the first to throw bouquets
t at your feet"
g Pauline looked with shy bright
: ness at her benefactress Would tina
I time ever come?
z The lesson was longer than usua
: that day. Pauline and Miss EsmonC
we're both deeply interested, and it wai
i nearly twilight before Barbarf
! emerg ged from the house, closely
g yelled, and walked swiftly through the
# darkening streets.
s "There's note for you, Miss Bar
e bara, " said her housekeeper, as she sa
= down to rest a minute or two in the
reception-room of her own mansion
= before she laid off her things.
4 "a note? Let me see it. When diC
; it Gomez"
i "About fifteen minutes ago, miss
A little boy brought it. J."
- "Light the gas, please, Mrs. Moore
and take these wraps upstairs.
a A soft rose tint flushed over Bar
d bara's cheek as she recognized Harr!
Milbroo1's handwriting. She brok
the seal and glanced eagerly at its con
tents; but, as she read, the soft Grim
son flush died away into pallor.
1t was very, very brief, but cruel a
blow
'MIss EsMoND," it read, commenc
ing shortly and sternly, instead of tn
l. dearest Barbara" she had expected
s. "allow me to claim back the troth
y have plighted to you. l had suppose,
It when engaged myself to you that
was about to ally myself 70 lady, no
D. to music mistress in Grove street /
will scarcely be worth while for you +
os reply to this letter, as can never, I'm
der any circumstances, forgive the de
g ceit that has been practiced on me
N Therefore, shall take it for granite
r. that all relations are ended betweel
yourself and
" "Yours very respectfully,
/ "H. MmBRooK"
'e Barbara dropped the insulting lette
at with sparkle in her black eyes,
t. curve to her lip, which were wondrous
ly eloquent, and as it lay on the carpe
N she ground it down into the deep pun
n pie pile with her contemptuous foot
he "The puppy" she muttered betweel
At her set teeth; "the miserable pol
T. troOn How could lever have fancie,
lt for a single second that | loved him
l. Reply to this letter? OF course
shall not reply to it.
M And Mics Esmond walked nm stair