The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1909-03-24
l1rs. Dueald's Guest
[Original.l

bWeeI NOlCe pleuutu BeHlll, uOu
care to go. | am tired of receptions,
house parties and. in fact, of society
in general. Just want to stay home
quietly now with you and papa.
While we were in Europe | grew SO
weary of rushing from one reception
to another and being introduced as
the daughter OF Robert Hunter, the
wealthy New York banker. l often
wish papa didn't have so much mo-
ney, then | would know for GER
tainty that / was liked for myself
and not because OF papa's money"
But, Lois dear" her mother in
tervened, you know Mrs. Dugald 10
such dear friend of mine that she
would feel sighted II you refused TO
go to her house party, especially as
sne is so fond of you. 1t will only
be for a week and after that you
may refuse as many invitations as
you wish. But | can't understand
it, dear. Before We went abroad you
lever seemed to tire OF pleaure, and
uow you act weary and listless the
sIeater part of the time. | will leave
yod now to think 1t over" So speak
ing, Mrs. Hunter went out OF the
room, leaving Lois alone. Darkness
VAS deepening, but Lois did not
want light and drawing a chair in
front OF the fireplace in the cosey
library, she fell into a reverie.
Mamma was right" she mused.
Il have not been myself Of late, not
since | met Harold Remission In
Switzerland. At the thought, the
color deepened on her pretty face
and unconsciously she sighed heavi-
ly. Then she let her mind wander
back to the summer before-her
meeting with Harold Kenniston In
the quaint little inn Of the pictures
que Swiss town--for three weeks
they had been thrown together con-
stantly-there had been drives and
they had sailed on the pretty Swiss
lake. Then the telegram which call
ed him home-the hasty farewell
with her father, mother and other
guests gathered on the veranda to
see him off, for he had become q
general favorite. In saying Good
by" he had pressed her hand and
murmured in a low tone: Your
father says you are to remain an
other week-I will be back here with
in that time and then l shall say to
you, Lois, what have longed to
say" That was all, and he was
gone-the week passed slowly-he
did not come-then came their de-
parture for America and their arri-
val at their Brooklyn home. Now
two months had passed and al
though she waited eagerly, she had
heard nothing.
In this manner her thoughts trail
ed on until finally, with an impat-
lent sigh, arising from her chair, she
said with a determined air, We'll, /
will go to Mrs. Dugald's-mamma
says her cousin, young nobleman,
is visiting her and l shall go and
enjoy myself. What right have to
be thinking Of Harold Remission
he is nothing to me and never shall
be-so it seems"
Accordingly, the next day, after
an hours ride on the train, Lois
reached her destination, where she
found Mrs. Dugald's carriage awaited
her and she was driven rapidly to
the pretty home of her hostess. AS
Mrs Dugald clasped the girl in her
aims and kissed her. In welcome, she
exclaimed: my, how sad you look,
Lois dear"
Lois was the first Of the guests to
arrive with the exception Of Mrs.
Dugald's cousin, the young noble
man, who had arrived the day be-
fore from England, Mrs. Dugsld
directed Lois to her room in order
that she might refresh herself after
her journey.
An hour later. Lois appearing.
made a pretty picture attired in
dainty white gown, with her golden
hair framing the fair face, yet there
was a wistful look in her eyes.
Drawing the girls arm through
her own Mrs. Dugald led the way
into the living room, where Mr.. Du-
gald sat with another gentleman
whose back was turned. 1t was just
dusk and Lois could not see clearly.
Mr.. Dugald greeted her warmly, and
then Mrs. Dugald, stepping forward,
said: Lois, allow me to introduce
my cousin, Lord Harold Kenniston.
Harry, this is Miss Hunter"
Before Mrs. Dugald had finished
speaking Lord Remission sprang for
ward and extended his two hands
saying: "Lois-Miss Hunter" while
Lois dazedly gave him her hand, at
first growing pale, but when he spoke
waves Of crimson mounted to neck,
face and brow. Mr.. and Mrs. Du-
gald looked on in amazement and
then tactfully withdrew. As the
door closed on them, one look and
Lord Kenniston drew the blushing
girl into his arms and then told her
the old story, which is ever new to
the happy listener.
Then he explained how, after ad-
justing the matters which had called
him home from Switzerland-his
father had died suddenly, leaving
him the title and estates; this
caused the delay-he had arrived at
the Swiss village a week later than
he had promised. had vainly en-