The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1897-03-10
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portieres that the obsequious Branton
had made for him and was seated be-
side me. After the usual compliments
of the day had been exchanged he
glanced furtively toward the hall,
then whispered: IA new mani"
YES" l replied, enveloping my
self in cigarette smoke to hide the
high coloring of my face. III got him
to-day"
"Huml" he exclaimed. "Made a
ten-strike at last, eh?"
He referred to my getting ten.
strike and n good servant on the same
day, and L thanked him, but before /
had an opportunity to go into particu-
lars, for it was evident that he was
curious, heard Branton open the
door and confusion of soft voices.
A moment later l had affectionately
greeted my aunt and cousin, made my
obeisance to Miss Rosa Nell and ush
cred my guests to the room set apart
for them, for my butler had suddenly
disappeared ard left this last duty to
me.
When I saw Rosa Nell in the{full
glare of the study lights l forgot the
inconvenience to which ! had been
put, that to keep up appearances l
had been driven to deception, and
was really honest in the thanks l
showered on my aunt for the honor of
her coming. She was beautiful girl,
with tall, finely proportioned figure;
deep black hair and eyes, and face
no feature of which was perfect, but
which as a whole, was most attractive.
To be frank again, Miss Mell's charms
we're further increased for me by are
mark my aunt made as led her out to
dinner.
"Now, Frank, dear, mind your ps
and qs," she whispered. "She's as
rich as Mrs. Cresus, and the charm
ingest-it's the best word-girl 1
know"
"Thank you for your kindly interest,
aunt" replied in an undertone. In
louder voice / added, al am we'll
contented with my bachelor condi-
tion."
"And who wouldn't be in such q
jolly place." cried my cousin, as we
were seated, and her eyes scanned the
walls, covered with curios that Hol-
wood had gathered from every quarter
of the globe.
al almost long to be bachelor"
That was as far as Miss Nell pro.
guessed, for as she was speaking her
eyes fell upon the butler standing be-
hind my chair. She flushed, then the
color left her face and she stared at
him, unconsciously. Her confusion
was but momentary. She recovered
herself and with the greatest com.
posure added: "Yes. it must be jolly
to be bachelor and live like this"
"vandergust is certainly an ex-
tremely lucky fellow" cried Carter.
"Are you married?" inquired my
pert cousin.
"Dear me, mol Never!" my friend
exclaimed. "Now don't you think he's
lucky fellow, Miss Mell?"
She thought that l was, poor girl,
but did not have an opportunity for
learning her reason, for he engaged
her attention with an extended ae-
count of his idea of my luck. My aunt
flowed off into a long recital concern
ing the dulness of life at Newport,
which my cousin frequently inter-
rupted with expressions of dissent or
approval. 1 responded with obs, abs
and indeeds, and furtively watched
BrantoD as he served the oysters. His
usually ruddy face was as pale as my
Poverty's, his hands trembled as he
moved about at his duties, and he
seemed studiously to avoid the glances
of the whole company. l wanted to
smile at him aud if possible cheer him
up with wink, but he simply would
not be winked at.
"What a lovely butler you have I"
exclaimed LyvIa, as he left the room
for the third course, the roast he had
taken SO much pains over, the pota-
toes 1 had cut my hands in peeling,
the peas we had purchased IN can
and boiled or stewed, or something
like that.
"a splendid-looking fellow, re-
marked to Vandegust just before you
came" Carter said. 81 think he was
lucky to get him. Don't you think he
was lucky, Miss Mell!
Her reply was inaudible. Bran
toms return necessitated a new line of
conversation. So that he might have
little fun out of it, l spoke of the
cook.
eff you will pardon my burdening
you with my housekeeping woes" 1
ventured, "I will ask your advice
about cook. 1 can't get a good
one"
II think he or she does very we'll
indeed" said my aunt.
"But good ones won't stay"
''A matter of days out l suppose ?"
''Perhaps you don't pay them, wen
tured Carter, facetiously.
l laughed at this, and succeeded in
bestowing wink on the butler, where
upon he Immediately dropped the
precious dish of potatoes, so that they
went tracking over Holwood's fine old
Turkish rug. The miscreant servant,
in a moment of confusion and forget
fulness, fell upon his knees and tried
to sweep them back into the dish with
his arms, as he would have gathered
in an abnormally large stack of chips
My guests and / assumed an air of
complete obliviousness to the inci-
dent, and by the time he had arisen
from the floor, with bAir disheyeled
and burning face, and escaped from
the room, We we're talking of the
West