The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1894-11-07

Last year l was studying at the
School of Fine Art, in Paris, adding
the finishing touches to my education
in art. 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
nt the Fine Arts or the University.
The novelty of living in this free, out
door atmosphere was so absorbing that
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
mine hand: "Mr. Arthur Jones, Rue
de Sevres, No. 163."
"Who can this be from?" l asked
myself as scanned the envelope and
address. tore it open without more
ado. ''Daisy Tillotson," / read, look
ing first at the end. "Who on earth
is Daisy TillotsonP"
But here is the letter, copied from
the original, which is still in my pos.
session:
BOULEVARD HAUssMANN, No. 70,
PARIS, April II, 1893.
Mr.. Arthur Jones
will explain at once who am, and then
you will understand why write you. Your
mother is a fayorite cousin OF my mothers,
and Mamma made me promise when l lefi
New York TO hunt you up-wkich 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 hore several weeks with my
friends, the Paynes, Of st Louis, and hope
l may see you soon. Yours sincerely,
DAISY TILLorsoN.
''Daisy Tillotson, Daisy Tillotson,
I repeated to myself. 81 don't re.
member of any Tillotsons in om
family. However, she seems to know
That's the trouble with having SC
many relations. 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 il
off my hands. She's probably one Of
those formal creatures, and shan;
have to call second time"
So / added few careless touches tC
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 seat on toI
of an Arc de Triomphe bus.
All what a spectacle that is-to sit
perched on the top of great lumber
ing, careening, three horse bus ant
see the world of Paris, from one one
to the other, pass in review before
you'll The lights along the Rue dt
Rivoh have just been lit. The shopl
are closed, but the cafes are bustlins
with pent-up expectancy, for Paris il
Just beginning TO wake up for thu
night. But must not tarry on tn,
way.
Boulevard Haussman, No. 70. 4
very respectable apartment house
Mrs. Payne received me. "Oh, yes
you're Miss Tillotson's cousin. She
expecting you. / almost feel as if
knew you myself, Mr.. Jones. Nv,
heard Daisy rave SO over your pic
lures" And she shook hands with M
with regular Western cordiality.
i There was 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 j
Just suited her. / though then hal
never seen prettier girl, and Ger
tainly have not changed my min
since.
"Daisy, this is your cousin, MI
Jones, said Mrs. Payne. SNOW, 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
me half chance, though 1 do clos
mp like clam when l come in contac
with an unresponsive object.
My mother and her mother,
seemed, had been schoolmates togeth
er, though L didn't ever remembe
ever having heard my mother spea
of it. Strange thing, too, that in a
my life had never heard that the I'll
lotsons were relations of ours. An
yet ours is such large family, it wa
hardly TO be wondered at.
But we didn have to confne our
selves to- talking over family matters
We found common ground enoug
that was more profitable. had nc
been home for a year, and she told m
all that had been going on in art an
music meantime. She was thorough