The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-08-29
his assistance, he'll get an ppoplec.

And" suggested MiriaIo, ''since
there's nothing in the 'Wanteds' to-
day, you might as we'll be earning a
little in some way, Aurora"
Doctor Pufit was in the front base
ment of the big fiat where the Clymer
sisters dwelt, surrounded by gallon
jars of "Rosetud Balm" and noun.
tsins of bottles. He looked despair.
ingly up from this chaos.
'"Ihe order goes out on the three
o'clock express" said he, "and that
wretch Alphonse, has not been near
me to-day. Twill discharge Alphonse.
L won't put up with his nonsense an
other hour. My dear young lady, you
don't say you will actually help me
Then my business character is saved
The Silver Beach hotels will know OF
the greatest discovery of the age, and
1 shall vindicate this great prepara-
tion-which is not a cosmetic nor a
drug, but marvel !"
Polly went back to her baby, who
was awake now and smiling like a
medieval cherub in en- altar painting.
''You darlingl" said she, with hug
and kiss. ''How any one could go
off and leave you, cannot Oh 70
with sudden stiffening of her rosy
features, $50 you are Dolly Temples
father, are your" For a middle-aged
gentleman stood in the doorway, look
ing questioningly at her. "Well, you
needn't come back here. The child's
mothers friends are to take her away
at once. And perhaps, If you hadn't
been so dissipated and neglectful OF
poor Mrs. Temple, she might have
been here now. 1 can't help it; some
one ought to tell you what the people
in this house are saying about it. ]
don't want to be hard on you," she
added, "but if you were to sign the
pledge, and try-really try to do bet
ter for the future"
ri really think that is unnecessary, "
interrupted a composed voice, "for I
am already a strict temperance man.
You are mistaken, young woman. I
am not Sergius Temple, but Mr.. Car
thew, the father of the late Mrs. Tenn
pie. The telegram was delayed, and l
have only just received the summons
to come"
Polly blushed to the very roots of
her curly hair. She had not word
to say for herself.
"Oh, why couldn't have minded
my own business" thought she. "It s
just as the girls are always telling me.
Ny tongue is deal too long"
''Are you the nurseP" lie asked,
sternly.
But the janitress, hurrying up at
this moment, speedily enlightened
him as to the exigencies of the case.
'1t's a young lady, sir" said she,
from one of the other apartments,
and what we should have done without
her I'm sure I don't know The dear
little miss has took to her so kind"
The sternness of Mr.. Carthew's
bearing abated somewhat.
''She is very good" said he. GAS
have no one to take charge of my
daughters child, shall be pleased to
engage her services for the present. 1"
81 know that other woman wasn't
good to her." observed the janitress.
Polly looked at the baby, the baby
held out its little hands, with an in.
distinct, cooling sound, like bird in
the hedges.
'Ill co." said Polly.
''The train leaves in twenty min
utes," said Mr.. Carthew, looking at
his watch.
Polly rushed up stairs for her hat
and shawl. She left a scribbled note
on the table for her sisters, neither of
whom was in the room. and with Mr..
Carthew and the baby Just caught the
| train.
81 1 don't know where we are GO
ing," stammered Polly.
GLOW neglectful of me not to have
mentioned it, said Mr.. Carthew. ''To
my country seat at Silver Beach"
''Oh," thought Polly, ''if Aurora
only knew He has got country
seat, has hep do hope Mrs. Carthew
will be good to me. l wonder if there
are any daughters, and if they would
like musical governess? Because if
Miriam could get a place, l think we
should be perfectly happy"
But she glanced surreptitiously at
Mr.. Oarthew's grave, handsome face,
and lacked the courage to ask any
more questions.
''He must have married very
young" thought she.
A stout lady, in black silk gown
and white muslin apron, met them on
the steps of a pretty seaside cottage,
with a belt of pine trees in the rear,
and the curling fringes of the Allan
tic Ocean in front, and welcomed the
new treasure warmly.
'This is my housekeeper, " said Mr.
Oarthew. "Mrs. Mott, Miss Clymer
is the new nursery governess for Miss
Temple. Make her as comfortable as
you can.
"Mrs. Carthew is not at homer"
Polly ventured to ask, as the black
silk matron led the way down a long
corridor covered with cool, checked
mating.
"Bless your heart" said Mrs, Mott,
''there amt any Mrs. Carthew. II
she'd been living, my young lady
would never have made that foolish,
runaway match.
"Nor any Miss Carthews?"
''Nor any Miss Carthews," NODDED
Mrs. Mott.
Polly took the baby out on the
beach for walk next day, 1t seemed