Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-11-02

tn1ng IN Gn1S dlrectlOn.
Last year 1 was studying at the
School of Fine Art, in Paris, adding
the finishing touches to my education
in art. I was thoroughly devoted to
my work and took little share in the
social affairs of the American colony.
The few people 1 cultivated were of
the bohemian world, mostly students
at 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
inine hand: "Mr. Arthur Jones, Rue
de Sevres, No. 163."
'Who can this be from?" 1 asked
myself as scanned the envelope and
address. I tore it open without more
ado. ''Daisy Tillotson," I read, look
ing first at the end. "Who on earth
is Daisy Tillotson?"
But here is the letter, copied from
the original, which is stiAa.in my pos.
session:
BOULEVARD HAUssMANN, No. 70,
PARIS, April II, 1893.
Mr. Arthur Jones
will explain at once VINO I am, and then
you will understand why write you. Your
mother is favorte cousin of my mothers
and Mamma made me promise when l left
New York to hunt you up-which am doing
in the best way know OF.
l sincerely hope you are THE 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 here several weeks with my
friends, the Paynes, Of st Louis, and hope
l may see you soon. Yours sincerely,
DAISY TILLoTsoN.
''Daisy Tillotson, Daisy Tillotsol, y
I repeated to myself 81 don't re-
member of any Tillotsons in oul
family. However, she seems to know.
That's the trouble with having so
many relations. I 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
off my hands. She's probably one OF
those formal creatures, and I shan't
have to call second time"
So added a 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 q seat on tor
of an Arc de Triomphe bus.
All what 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 dc
Rivoi have just been lit. The shops
are closed, but the cafes are bustlinp
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. 72.
very respectable apartment house
Mrs. Payne received me. ooh, yes
you're Miss Tillotson's cousin. She.
expecting you. I almost feel as if
knew you myself, Mr.. Jones. I've
heard Daisy rave SO over your pic
lures" And she shook hands with mt
with regular Western cordiality.
There was a rustic in the next room
A girl appeared in the doorway. Sh,
was dressed in red, warm red. NJ,
critical eye at once saw that i
just suited her. I though then hat
never seen prettier girl, and Ger
tainly / have not changed my mint
since.
''Daisy, this is your cousin, Mr.
JONES'" said Mrs. Payne. ''Now, yo'
can have good visit together"
We got on from the very first.
am the easiest fellow in the world t,
get acquainted with, if you will Civ
mo half chance, though 1 do clos
up like clam when I come in contac
with On unresponsive object.
My mother and her mother, j
seemed, had been schoolmates togeth
or, though | didn't ever remembe
ever having heard my mother speal
of it. Strange thing, too, that in al
my life had never heard that the I'll
lotsons were relations of ours. AM
yet ours is such large family, it wa
hardly to be wondered ut.
But we didn have to confine our
selves to talking over family matters
We found common ground enough
that was moro profitable. ] had no
been home for year, and she told M
all that had been going on in art ant
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