The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-10-31


comfortable position on the sofa, and
looked longingly at box of cigars
which was placed just beyond his
reach.
"Of course know her name" said
he; ''and very pretty one it is.
Perry-Miss Perry"
''But who is it you are talking
aboutP" said pretty Joyce, who had
been preparing mustard.paste for
her brothers chest.
Captain Renwick answered prompt.
ly.
"My sweethoarti"
''Kennoth, don't be ridiculous -
said his mother, somewhat tartly.
"Thc sweetest, prottiest blossom in
oil tho Adirondack wildornesses I"
pursued Kenneth. "The fairost Of
Catnip teal declare, Joyce, I won't
drink IL What do you take me for ?"
''It's tho best thing In tho world
for q cold on the Ghost" said Mrs.
RonwiolS, wringing her hands, "Oh,
il you Ind only kept away from that
camping party"
L hhebOOh lOE luO DOhLluun
daughter the first time, said Captain
Ronwick. 'She--"
''Kennoth, don't talk--ploase don't
talk" urged his mothor. ''lt's tho
worst thing you could possibly do,
with your lungs all oongosted, and"
'But must tnlk |" said tho captain.
"Consider, mother, Joyce hasn't
hoard word about II. She only camo
last night. Fancy, Joyce. my being
fool enough to mistake her for q boat
mans daughter" /"
"WhY, aren't boatmen's daughters
as nice and ladylike as any one?" said
Joyce, readiusting her apron ribbons.
''Oh, but this boatman lives in q
perpetual state of shirt-sleoves /" said
Renwick; land he is living fountain
Of tobacco Juice, and talks abominable
grammar through his nose. And his
wife is a low GLASS of Meg Merrilies,
who takes too much bad whisky when
ever she has the opportunity, How
1 ever made such blunder 1 can't
imagine. But Jenkins sent me up ia
tho Lake head to hire a boat, and
when I saw her sitting there among
the water-llies, 1 jumped at once to
the conclusion that this was the boai
to hire. My good girl, says l.
fancy my idiocy lift you will just
row me up to Needle Point, and cal
for me again in the evening, Ill give
/ you dollar.
"And she2" said Joyce.
"Rowed me up, of course. 1 wisl
you could have seen the way in which
she handled the oars. But it wa.
Dolph, the tobacco-soaked old boat
man, who called for me at sunset
why didn't you send your dRugh
ier?' says l. 1t warn't my darter,
Iays he; it was Miss Perry Well
then l met her at the picnic. w,
waltzed together half the evening,
She is as beautiful as she is graceful,
and as intelligent as she is beautiful.
"Did you apologize?" asked Joyce
"Of course 1 apologized," +" said Cap
tain Kenneth. "And we had a good
laugh over it. She had been aftel
water-lilies, she said. She paints en
in water colors I am to have on,
when they are finished. Joyce, yol
must know her. She is a perfec
beauty. And she dances like q sylph
and sings like Patti, and"
Nonsense !" said Joyce. ga farm
er's daughter, seen through the BIZ
end of the opera glass You were al
ways a victim to delusions, Kenneth,
'My dear Joyce, l assure you"
"Children, childrenl" remonstra
ted Mrs Renwick, piteously, ed,
have little common sense. Kenneth
you know you ought not to talk
Joyce, don't you hear how hoarse you
brother is?" If pneumonia should Sc
in after this exposure"
Captain Renwick made an expires
sive grimace. Joyce looked a It'll
apprehensive.
''Mamma," said she, "you alway
were pessimist. It's only cold tina
ails Kennth.
"But it is settling on his lungs, m
dear, said Mrs. Renwick, plaintively
''And out here in the wilderness ther
isn't even a drug store short of fiftee
miles. Oh, dear oh, dear why di
l ever allow myself to be persuaded t
come to the Adirondacks?"
''The scenery, mamma " said Joyce
soothingly.
''But one can't eat and drin
scenery. And this woman know