The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1897-04-07

glorious mead em1nently suggestive OF
country life in the West.
"She is a perfect squaw," Clarence
thought, slowly following her TO the
ladies' room. The next moment,
gracefully bowing, he asked:
"Have / the pleasure OF greeting
Miss Myra Delano, my cousinP"
"Ah, you are Clarencel" she said,
showing two dazzling rows of teeth in
a smile of frank pleasure. sis Cousin
Clara here2"
"My mother is at Chestnut Hill, but
/ have my carriage here to drive you
out of town. Shall take the checks
for your aggagef"
81 am desperately hungry" she an
swered, ''could we get something to
eat while the trunks are being carried
out2"
"Here9 1 could drive you to q
quieter restaurant"
''No, no; herei could eat fried
whale, / sm 80 starved. 1 have had
nothing but gingerbread and apples
since yesterday noon"
There was no resisting such an ap-
peal, and Clarence led the way to the
depot restaurant and offered his cousin
the bill of fare. 1t being one of his
great points in feminine perfection
that the appetite should be delicate
and needing coaxiDg. he was abso-
lutely shocked to see Myrs Delano
eat. Such an indiscriminate tumble
of provisions would have made his
mother i'll for month; but Myra
heartily enjoyed steak, eggs, coffee,
pie, rolls, cakes, oysters, anything and
everything, Os the waiter put it before
her.
She was not rude, did not eat with
her knife or her fingers but she had
not one of the little dainty tricks oi
manner that made Mrs. Parker's table
etiquette SO charming; and Clarence,
trifing with his own luncheon, won
dered il in six meals he could eat af
much as this ''squaw" eat in one. In
his own mind he christened hei
"squaw," though he was far toe
courteous ever to speak so of her, ever
to his mother.
All through the long drive home
she chatted, frankly as a child, OF hei
journey, her home, her snticipationt
of pleasure in her visit, and, while hei
voice was clear, ringing and musical
her language was we'll chosen, giving
no jar to Clarence's fastidious taste
ttough he wished her tone more sub
dued. But her dowdy hat, her cottor
gloves, her stout leather boots, hel
untidy HAIR were all an offense.
In his first hour alone with hi
mother, he implored her to buy SOM
dresses for their guest that were no
two sizes to big and seven sizes tot
short.
Aud Mrs. Parker, utterly over
whelmed by the tall, handsome gir
thrown upon her care, found her lif'
suddenly burdened with unwonted re
sponsibility. First, there was daily
fight to settle between Lucille, hel
own French maid, nnd Myra.
"But, madame, the dresses nevare
will fit, nevare, ii mam'selle will moi
wear re corset, or let me make re fit,
the maid would protest.
81 cannot breathe, ell pressed up SO
Cousin Clara" Myra would remon
strate, 81 should stiae in an hour"
1t was difficult to compromise, bu
Mrs. Parker, by exercising thu
patience and gentleness natural tc
her, finally presented Myra in we'll
chosen wardrobe that gave her th'
freedom of lungs and movement sh'
craved, and yet set Off the magnifcen
figure.
The girls own utter ignorance o
dress amazed the little lady Of fashion
She found that half-y early visit to th'
nearest town, an order to the dress
maker to make warm dresses for win
ter and cool ones for summer. com
prised Myra's idea of dress. Scrup
ulously cleanly, che was absolutel.
without vanity. and as pleased as
child to note the Improvement in he
looks produced by q becoming ar
rangement OF her abundant raven hair
and the tasteful broach of bright colo
in her carefully appointed dress.
The first time Clarence saw her in
dress OF black silk tissue with dasl
of vivid crimson here and there, at tn
throat, in the glossy braids OF hair
the sash and sleeve knots, he was alb
solutely amazed at her beauty.
"If only she was not such q savage,
he thought, regretfully.
But there was not one hour of tn
day that she did not jar upon his fas
tidious ideas. He rode with her q
her request, aud told his mother
confidentially, that he never imagine
anything but an Indian or circu
rider could so manage horse.
He sang with her, and found that b
must actually exert himself to prever
his deep baritone notes being over
powered by her ringing, Powerfu
voice, full of sweetness and.music, bu
utterly uncultiyated.
He found her in the garden, drly
ing the gardener distracted by he
criticisms upon his plants, aud prov
ing all her theories by transferrin
roots with her own hands to spots {
her own selection, where they invar
ably improved.
He caught her in the woods, pra'
ticing with revolver. shooting at
mark; aud she pathetically told hiI
she was all out of practice, and onl
hit her mark six times in nine.
81 suppose there is no shooting I
be had here?" she said, dolefully, an
then described hunts she had take
with her father, in the far Wester
woods and plains, as il shooting dee
and squirrels we're every day affairs
| a vOuno ladV'e life