Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-08-03
And MIR. Egglestoa retired amid
thunderous applause.

marry N1cnolson sang The Heart
Bowed Down" with great effect. "Hes
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 fiummoxed
and said MIR. Recitation will give a
Smith the other night. He's of a
good family, Nicholson is. 1 should
like my daughter to marry into a good
family. L 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 a fine thing
to have picture gallery full of beau
tiful murderesses and ruffians 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 a 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 were 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"
sparkled on her white neck. Mr..
Eggleston always insisted on her wear
ing jewels at dinner. He was NOR
tally afraid of his looking
butler, as that stony-hearted func-
tionary had threatened "to resign" if
Mr.. Eggleston dared to sit down to
dinner in shooting jacket. eff peo-
pie don't respect themselves, he had
observed. 81 do. When l 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 abstracted air. The
freight played upon her beautiful, if
naughty features. What
right a buttermans daughter had to
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
"Going 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 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
with remorse.
"Such an owl is well out of the
way" he said. Miss Eggleston,
III 60"
"You forget that you dine with u.s.
"Oh, no; don't forget. Perhaps
you will let me Off I'm not fit for the
5iddy throng tonight"
"It isn't a 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. I'm off tomorrow. In fact,
I've made discovery"
'1n the picture gallery? Or buried
;reasure In the PADDOCK"
Don't scoff at my poverty" he said
With repressed feeling. Don't scott
Vt that. God knows 1 never felt it un-
til tonight.
''And why to-night?"
night % with assumed indiffer-
,nce. "Well, even the lightest- t-heart-
ID fellow finds Black Care perching
IN his shoulder sometimes. II was
lctually thinking this afternoon.
'No wonder you are tired" Bnt
ho didn't look at him.
eyes; funny, wasn't it? Actually
linking. What doyou think thought
.bout?"
II don't know. Something inter
,sting?"
81 can't say that. 1t seemed inter
'sting to me.
She smiled.
81 went up to the gun room, and
lung myself into o chair.
"Apd lit a cigar?"
''Well, yes When a man thinks,
le's bound to light up; can't help it. i"
$50 you lit up?"
Eyes, lit up. Then I sat down
again; then l got up then I sat down.
Nearly wore out the chair before I'd
inished"
"That was serious"
"It was. l wanted something.
Didn't know what wanted, SO called
myself names and pitched my cigar
'way. Which was rash. 1t was good
,igar, regretfully; "and haven't
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