The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1893-03-29

stately Cousin Fred to the handsome
dashing young captain Of artillery.
''But have you reasoned with her on the
subject"
'iHalf dozen times" said Barnet.
"But she only laughs at me-"
Genevieve was silent. She wondered
IL popular rumor was correct, and
Frederic Barnet really did love little
Genevra so hopelessly so dearly.
Genevra came home late that evening
in the rosy sunset, with scarlet Wild
flowers in her hair.
al have been to the village" she said,
'with Captain Alaire."'
"Oh, Genevral" pleaded the elder sis
ter. "When Fred Thinks"
''I don't care what Fred thinks" in
terrupted the beauty, with a toss of her
head.
"Listen, Genevieve, have a secret to
tell you; was married to Captain AL
laire this afternoon2
"'Married9' echoed Geuevieve.
"Oh, Genevraw
"Look at my wedding ring" said the
wild little gypsy, holding up her pretty,
taper finger. "Yes, married really and
actually married. l am Mrs. Alaire
now,' with an amusing assumption of
matronly dignity.
"But Cousin Fred"
"Cousin Fred may help himself if he
can, said Genevra, audaciously. "Per-
haps yon don't know, Jenny, that Cousin
Fred himself means to be married very
soon.
Genevieve turned pale.
''Genevra" cried she. "You can't
mean that9"
"Poor little Genevieve" consoled
Genevra. "But you will not lose your
home. You must come and live with me
and Charley
az could not do that, " said Genevieve,
giddy and confused with the unexpected
succession of startling news, T-I
must look out for a situation IN some
school or as companion or nursery gov
ernessl But oh, Genevra, are you quite
sure about FredH"
''I heard the old housekeeper talking
to the coachmsn, when 1 was waiting,
down behind the shrubbery, for Captain
Allaire to come" said Genevra, with a
nod of her pretty head. "She said he
had told her himself and had instructed
her what rooms to prepare aud what al
teraticns to make in the household ar
rangements, for his coming marriage. "
al wonder who it can be-" said Gene.
We've, sadly.
"Miss Hilyard, of course" said Gen
10 al
Dean. But the least thing he could
have done was to have confided in us,
think, and that's one reason 1 decided
to elope. And Charley is coming up
this evening, and we are to take the train
to st. Vincent, and, oh, dear Jenny"
with burst of sparkling tears, "the
world ls so full of happiness to mel"
And Genevieve could but caress the
beautiful, willful young creature who
had taken life's helm so recklessly into
her hands, and hope, in a choking voice,
that she might be very, very happy.
Cousin Fred listened very philosophic-
ally to Genevra's confession, half an hour
later.
"Married, are you2" said he. "Well,
if you had asked my advice, should
have given contray verdict. But, as
you didn't consult me, why, shall have
to be like the 'heavy fathers ON the
stage and give you my blessing. Allaire
is clever fellow enough, although he
has been very gay, and hope you will
steady him down, at last"
So, the newly married pair went away,
as thoughtlessly happy as two school
children out for picnic, and Genevieve
was left alone with Fred, to wonder how
she could best break to him the resolu-
ton at which she had arrived. For she
knew thai she could never remain at the
Hill when beautiful Mrs. st. Dean or
Alicia Hilyard should either of them be
the mistress there.
at would kill me-" she thought,
clasping her hands. eyes, it would kill
mel"
Mr.. Barnet had turned kindly to her,
dow.
"You are pale, Genevieve," be said
'Your hands are as cold as ice. Surely,
you do not take this mad freak of little
Gypsy's so bitterly to hearth Never
fear for her; she's butterfly who will sip
honey from all life's garden ground.
Her nature is light and irothy; far diff
ferent, Genevieve, from yours. Sit
down, little cousin; have much to say
to you"
"Now," thought poor GeueVieve,
with her color changing from scarlet to
white-'now it is comIngl shall be
politely dismissed from the only home |
havel"
Aud a sensation of indescribable lone
illness passed through her heart as she
pictured Genevra radiantly happy with
her captain of artillery, Cousin Fred
secure in the love of some stately aud
beautiful woman, herself only left out in
the cold of life's dreariest vale, an un-
loved and solitary old maid. Bot she
spoke nothing OF all these sickening
fears; only looked at him, with wistful
dark eyes, in silence.
"Genevieve," sald he, edo you think
it would be wild and foolish dream for
me to think of msrriage2'
"You1 Oh, no." she answered, try
ing to smile.
"But | am three aud thirty"
"You are only in the prime aud full.
ness of life," she responded-"for a