The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-11-07

thing IN this direction.
Last year was studying at the
School of Fine Art, in Paris, adding
the finishing touches to my education
in art. l was thoroughly devoted to
my work and took little share in the
social affatrs of the American colony.
The few people l cultivated were of
the bohemian world, mostly students
Mt the Fine Arts or the University.
The novelty of living in this free, out
door atmosphere was so absorbing that
l missed very little the society of the
drawing-room.
Late one afternoon the postman
brought me letter, postmarked Paris
and addressed in an interesting fem
mime hand: "Mr. Arthur Jones, Rue
de Sevres, No. 163."
'Who can this be from?" asked
myself as l scanned the envelope and
address. l tore it open without more
ado. "Daisy Tillotson," read, look
ing first at the end. "Who on earth
is Daisy Tillotson?"
But here is the letter, copied from
the original, which is still in my pos.
session:
BOULEVARD HAUssMANN, No. 70,
PARIS, April II, 1893.
Mr.. Arthur Jones
will explain at once who am, and then
you will understand why l write you. Your
mother is favorite cousin Of my mothers,
and Mamma made me promise when left
New York to hunt you up-which 1 am doing
in the best way know OF.
l sincerely hope you are TIE Mr.. Jones,
for l don't know your first name. only
knew you were studying art in Paris. They
gave me your address at the Fine Arts
L shall be hore several weeks with my
friends, the Paynes, OF st Louis, and hope
l may see you soon. Yours sincerely,
DAISY TILLoTsoN
'Daisy Tillotson, Daisy Tillotsoh, "
repeated to myself 81 don't re-
member of any Tillotsons in our
family. However, she seems toknow.
That's the trouble with having so
many relations. l suppose I'll have
to look her up, or Mother will never
forgive me. I'll call at once, tonight
I've nothing special on--and get it
of my hands. She's probably one of
those formal creatures, and l shan't
have to call second time"
So added few careless touches to
my toilet--for my life among the stu
dents had made me affect the extreme
neglige style of dress walked to the
Place Chatelet and took a seat on top
of an Arc de Triomphe bus.
All what a spectacle that is-to sit
perched on the top of great lumber
ing, careening, three horse bus and
see the world of Paris, from one end
to the other, pass in review before
you'll The lights along the Rue de
Rivoh have Just been lit. The shops
are closed, but the cafes are bustling
with pent-up expectancy, for Paris is
Just beginning to wake up for the
night. But l must not tarry on the
way.
Boulevard Haussman, No. 70. A
very respectable apartment house,
Mrs. Payne received me. "Oh, yes,
you're Miss Tillotson's cousin. She's
expecting you. almost feel as if
knew you myself, Mr.. Jones. I've
heard Daisy rave SO over your pic
lures" And she shook hands with me
with regular Western cordiality.
There was rustic in the next room.
A girl appeared in the doorway. She
was dressed in red, a warm red. My
critical eye at once saw that il
Just suited her. though then 1 had
never seen a prettier girl, and Ger,
tainly have not changed my mind
since.
''Daisy, this is your cousin, Mr.,
Jones, said Mrs. Payne. "Now, you
can have a good visit together"
We got on from the very first.
am the easiest fellow in the world tc
get acquainted with, if you will give
me half chance, though 1 do close
up like q clam when come in contact
with an unresponsive object.
My mother and her mother, il
seemed, had been schoolmates togeth
er, though L didn't ever remember
ever having heard my mother speak
of it, Strange thing, too, that in al
my life 1 had never heard that the Til
lotsons were relations of ours. And
yet ours is such a large family, it was
hardly to be wondered at.
But we didn have to confne our,
selves to talking over family matters.
We found common ground enough
that was more profitable. had moi
been home for year, and she told me
all that had been going on in art and
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