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

But IL seemed that Miss Cynthia
was on the other side of the fence. So,
after much persuasion, and the assure
ance that Ruthy would extend her
visit, Miss Timbrook Imply resigned
herself to be made ready for an eight
days sojourn at Pembroke Corners.
No sooner had she set forth on her
travels than Ruthy took train for
New York, a journey of several hours
duration, The fourth day she reap
peared just at nightfall. An express
man followed her bearing several mys.
terious boxes.
All of this kept the neighbors in d
feverish state of curiosity, but when
the next day they beheld the blinds
tightly closed, and huge placard an
nouncing Grand Millinery Opening"
on Saturday, then indeed they were
richly furnished with a subject for
gossip. In addition to this, cards
were sent out to the select few whom
Ruthy designated as the "F. F's."
Behind the blinds Ruthy and Miss
Cynthia worked like bees. The money
which Ruthy had previously conse-
Grated to art had been expended in
millinery goods. She had visited the
leading shops in New York, and her
quick eyes had taken in every new
wrinkle and fold
The rugs, lace curtains, and a few
other trinkets she had been boarding
for the adornment of that artistic
apartment in New York now trans
formed the ugly little shop into an at
tractive bower where bonnets budded
and bloomed as if by maiic under
Ruthy's skilful fingers.
Saturday morning, bright and early,
Miss Timbrook was driven in from
Pembrook Corners by a neighbor of
'Rastus's widow, who was q milk ped
dler. The cans jingled merrily as
they drove up to the door.
"Good land |" exclaimed Miss Tim
brook, fearfully. "The shutters are
shut |" and she cast tragic look at the
wooden blinds that had never re-
mained up after seven o'clock in the
morning since she had been in the
business. And now it was quite eight.
What could have happened
Just then Ruthy rushed ont and
, dragged the bewildered old lady into
, the little shop where she sat down, her
: knees "all of shake, as she expressed
J it, too astonished to speak.
"You see," explained Ruthy, eve
r were determined that nobody should
get peep at the Opening until you
did, yourself. I've given up painting,
: you know, and invested my capital il
: millinery. How do you like your new
= partner, Aunty Tim?"
q ''Bless you, child" quavered tn,
4 old lady, tenderly. you're the Bibl'
$ Ruth over again--'easy to be en-
A treated;' though didn't mean yov
a should know how hard it was to Civ
), up. But expect an old woman's eye
Is are full of entreaty, and though it ism
! mentioned in the Beatitudes, still
Ie believe that those that see and yield t
" the yearings of old folks shall some da
be truly blessed.
% Then she dried her eyes and too
le another delighted look around. Sue
n shapes, such curious combinations c
n color and material, such dazzling, il
utECIlbdDlO "SiAJ VIZ AN
of it she had never even dreamed c
le before
" The "Opening" was great success
ID Miss Timbrook's little shop soon az
ct quired fame which travelled far an
e. wide, and everybody who was any
IS body, according to Miss Cynthii
to "bcught bonnets of Sybilla Tim"
Id AS for Ruthy, her hearts desire die
Id hard. She would never paint pic
ure, maybe, but she had touched wit
i. glowing colors the grayness OF two hu
N man lives.
as And she would sometimes say to he
a self, whimsically: "Hsve not route
II II Mrs. Do-as-you-would-be-done-by
.. and made it quite impossible for thu
~ less amiable person, Mrs. Be-done-b,
~ as-you-did, even to show her face
Besides, it must be higher art to tri
q bonnet beautifully than to paint
.. poor picture, which might ha'
n done. Youths Companion.