The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-08-08

Harry Nicholson sang "The Heart
Bowed Down" with great effect. "He's
always up at the all" Mr. Eggleston
informed people. He liked Nicholson
now, although he couldn't resist call
ing him ga confounded young puppy
for sniggerin' because Igot 1ummoxed
and said MIR. Recitation will give a
Smith the other night. He's of a
good family, Nicholson is I should
like my daughter to marry into good
family. | never was much of fam 'ly
man myself. though / dessay I could
buy crest and Latin mortar at the
'Erald's College. Still, it's fine thing
to have a picture gallery full of beau
tiful murderesses and rufians in ar NOR
and Sir 'Ugos and Sir Lunchalots, and
Lady Ediths of the white and, and
sitchlike.
Sempronia did not object TO Nichol-
sons picture gallery at all. She and
Nicholson were always together. Of
course, Nicholson was poor. Indeed,
his picture gallery was his chief pos
session. He was expected to live up
to it. People supposed that he did
something for living, but no one
knew exactly what it was. One day,
however, it occurred to him that he
was in love.
'1'm going away" he said abruptly
to Miss Eggleston.
They we're sitting before the draw.
ing room fire. 1t was only $50, but
just after Christmas it is very dark at
that time Miss Eggleston was clad
in black velvet, and what Mr.. Eggles-
ton called ''the family dimons"
spsrkled on her white neck. Mr..
Eggleston always insisted on her wear
ing jewels at dinner. He was NOR
tally afraid of his suspicious-looking
butler, as that stony hearted func-
tionary had threatened "to resign" if
Mr.. Eggleston dared to sit down to
dinner in a shooting jacket. eff peo-
pie don't respect themselves, he had
observed. "I do. When 1 served my
Lord of Ditchwater he always dressed
for dinner, and I'm not agoin' to de-
mean myself by waiting on parvenoo
who don't" That had settled it.
Rather than be called by such an awful
word as "parvenoo. Mr.. Eggleston
apologized, and Perkins buried the
hatchet.
When Nicholson said that he was
going away Sempronia didn't like it
at all. Her blue eyes looked into the
fire with rather distracted air. The
freight played upon her beautiful, if
somewhat naughty features. What
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resemble the De Veres of romance it
was difficult to discover, but she in
dubitably did SO. Her features were
neither faulty faultless nor splendidly
null; they certainly were very beau
tiful
"GoiRg away !" she asked. "Surely,
Mr.. Nicholson, this is rather sudden
freak.
Nicholson rose from his chair and
stood looking down on her. He was
black as a crow, but with prepossess-
ing blackness. He had a very musi-
cal voice, his gayety was infectious,
and people fingered to listen to his
laughing witticisms. But he did not
seem inclined to be funny tonight
For so mercurial youth he was de-
cidedly serious. His hand twisted the
beautiful stud in his immaculate shirt
front. Altogether he was very preoc-
cupied. The rug wasn't big enough.
He trod on the st. Bernard and was
stricken with remorse.
''Such an owl is well out of the
way" he said. ''Miss Eggleston,
I'll CO."
"You forget that you dine with us. +"
"Oh, no; don't forget. Perhaps
you will let me off. I'm not fit for the
giddy throng tonight"
''It isn't giddy throng. There
will be papa and Mr.. Gubbins. True,
Mr.. Gubbins is volatile--away from
Mrs. Gubbins- but you cannot call
papa giddy."
"No. Pm off tomorrow, In fact,
I've made n discovery"
'In the picture gallery? Or buried
treasure III the PADDOCK"
Don't scoff at my poverty" he said
with repressed feeling. "Don't scoff
Mt that. God knows l never felt it un-
til tonight.
"And why tonight"
"To-night?" with assumed indiAer-
ence. "Well, even the lightest-he
ed fellow finds Black Care perching
on his shoulder sometimes. II was
actually thinking this afternoon. ="
"No wonder you are tired" But
she didn't look at him.
eyes; funny, wasn't it? Actually
thinking. What doyou think thought
about?"
Il don't know. Something inter
esting"
81 can't say that. 1t seemed inter
esting to me"
She smiled.
al went up to the gun room, and
flung myself into a chair.
"Aud lit a cigar?"
"Well, yes. When a man thinks,
he's bound to light up; can't help it.
80 you lit up?"
ayes, lit up. Then 1 sat down
again then got up then 1 sat down.
Nearly wore ont the chair before I'd
/ finished" "
"Ihat was serious.
SIT was. 1 wanted something
Didn't know what wanted, so called
myself names and pitched my cigar
away. Which was rash. 1t was a good
cigar" regretfully; "and 1 haven't
many left. Must take to smoking
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