The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-05-16


able quantity with Miss Cynthia. Last
week, when the butchers boy had un-
Intentionally given her the wrong
change, it had been dishonesty; and
the week before, when a child had
timidly walked into the little mil
linery shop and begged few snip
pings of velvet for her dolly, it had
been boldness On all other occasions
it was whatever happened to cross
Miss Cynthia's fixed ideas of the fit
ness of things.
Miss Timbrook gave little sigh,
and returned to the bonnet she was
trimming. AS she tried to fasten a
pink rose in what she hoped was a
pertly correct fashion against some
very green bows, she said, with great
effort at cheerfulness:
''Pink an green is fit for the
queen"
"Humph /" said Miss Cynthia, scorn-
fully.
Miss Cynthia was Miss Timbrook't
old-time friend, companion and assist
ant, and was the spice of her placid
life.
"Sybilla Tim, you amaze me |" de
clared Miss Cynthia, sternly. "Why
don't you show some spirit? Tell tina
girl to pause before it's too late. - Re
mind her how you've brought her up
and even highschooled her there il
New York for three mortal years
boarding her out afterward to a high
priced woman on account of her bein
one of them highty-tity milliners, 81
as to have her pick up idees, and yo'
all the time hoping that when 'twa
all over she'd come back here and b.
the prop of your old age and build u
the business.
Miss Cynthia stopped only lonI
enough to draw full breath and thel
went on again:
"And it's time twas built up. Loo
at them bonnets, Sybilla Tim"
Miss Timbrook looked as she wa
told, and beheld four bonnets perchet
upon frames in the little shop window
They drooped deiectedly, and scenes
to shrink from the gaze of the passers
by. And well they might.
Miss Timbrook quailed yisibly q
the sight of her own handiwork.
81 know it, Cynthy," she said
apologetically. "They aren't jus
what they ought to be. They're old
style, like ourselves And know tn
trades failing. But dearly as Low
to fuss with the ribbons and the arti
ficials, I'll shut up the shop before II
say word to hinder Ruthy from fol
lowing her own bent"
''Fudgel" said Miss Cynthia, SHARP
ly. "She feels drawing-ain't tha
what the letter says?-to be an artist
And now that some of her pas kin ha
left her legacy, she thinks that il
stead of coming home for good, She
Just make us little visit, and then 6
back to New York and study what sh
calls art. She thinks it's more uplift
ing than making bonnets. Land !
don't like making bonnets myself, br
don't intend being drawn away frol
my lotted duty by something tht
looks more alluring. She says it's a
opening to higher life Fudge
say"
Speaking of openings, " venture
Miss Timbrook, timidly, 'there's thi
Boston woman that's just set up fin
shop on Plum street. They tell N
she's sent out cards to announce ht
spring millinery opening, and is goin
to serve tea to folks; she really j
Suppose we have an opening, Cynthy
At this rash suggestion, Mi
Cynthia burst out, ''Are you Graz.
Sybilla Tim? And what, for IL
7 lands sake, would you openF"
3 Giving scathing glance at the for
/, limp bonnets in the window and b
slowing final glare on her frien,
Miss Synthia founced out of tho room
} Miss Cynthia might storm and scol,
s but she only used her temper to cloa
D the sympathy and love which she VI
ashamed to show. Ruthy's unexpectC
desertion was bitter disappointmel
= to her, first on account of the sorro
r of her friend, Sybilla, and secondly {
v her own fecount.
a Bonnets TO her did not represel
any form of the ideal, as they did
good Miss Timbrook, but as she hi
n said to herself over and over aga
; through the long winter, "Since
= must be bonnets, I'd like 'em to
tasty, such as Ruth'n know how
fix" And now Ruthy wasn't comin
e When Miss Timbrook's niece real
t did come for her little visit, it seem
a 10 the two oil fashioned, unsuccel
tuI women that all the world mu