Weekly Clarksville chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 185?-1857, 1857-02-06

trnsted 50 beautifully with The deep green iuri,
and where the willow trees made cool, re
l'reshing shade even at noon.duy katie,
She had pleaded mud reasoned with him in
vain. Day by day he became more and more
deeply eugrossed In the pursuit of wealth
With mind capable Of the birhesl things
with an iniellec; that might have soated obnve
he siars-wi'h eloquence at his con,mpnh by
which he might have swOyed The hearts OF
men. and led them captive at his will. he vet
preferred to hover near the earth. and offer
up ganlus, talent, even love itself, upon the
qlo.r of mamon
Had my one told hin that he had almost
ceased to love his wife, he would have ,parned
the idea, and have laid the f1,tefing JUNCTION
to his sou."hat he was Indeed pattern h,is
band. Were not all his wifr's wants mos,
Iiberal'y supplied Was not money ever Of
her command! lu short, did he ever deny her
anvibing'
Yes, Andrew Gordon! You denied her
what was of m,re worth 10 her thah The gol1
and silver of Peru. You denied her lntle Of
your preciousiilne, s. absorbed were you ia
your own pursuits. so fearful wereyou that ev.
cry hour would not add something To your
store. that you had no time to devote to her
whose happiness was in your hands You had
no line for that sweet interchange Of thought
and feeling lht She so valued; you had no
time for ihnse little attentions that woman So
dearly prizes; yon had NJ time FOR an occo
sinnal caress or word of endearment that
would have cheered her in many long lone.
have sustained her throu h suffering and thro'
weaiiness. NJ. you had m time for rlhes
like these; and you could not acknowledgement
man that you were -tiat her nature was MOI
like your nriure. and that those rhiog, were as
necessary to her existence ns dew is 10 the
drooping a ,wer-as the warm surieht TO the
ripenng grnn-1s the drought Of cool water IN
the pilgrim. Iain'iog in the wilderness. Yon
cnnl no, remember all this. and Anv pined
day by dnv. her cheek grew pile ana her sic .
more languid. Do YOU say she should h4va
had more sirengH, of mind Than 10 have 'en
Infected BY stich slight causes! toll von abe
could hot help il. Talk Of strength If mind
to neglected wife! Wnn.pn's true sirehrth
lies in her affections: and If wounded there
she will droop and wtfer, just as surely as
does the vine. when rudey torn from lhe rec
to which II clung. She may slruggle sglinsi
i, long and. for while, successfilv; the eve
of rh1n may mark M change upon lip or brow;
butt wM come al last! s
Amy slept in The hurch-ynrd; and the daugh.
ter who was Grad ed on her breas, that winter
evening when we saw her last, slept b, side
her Frederick alone was left 20 Andrew Gir-
don, and he loved him with all The love he had
II SCARE from kis Golfers. Had the son learn
ed the lesson that the father was to teach hml
| We shall see.
One evening, at the close Of long. bright
summer day, about sixteen years from the
date when our story commences, young man
who appeared as ii he might be Just enter.
| ng the inh lus'rum of his life might have
boen seen lettering along by the banks of a
s'reom that came lnighng and leaping down
| he mountain side. nj some disi,nce from the
~ elling of Andrew Gordon. lie aad gun
upon hs shnnlder bet his game -hdg was emp
| Y; aud the pretty gray squirrels hoped from
rec to tree. rabbits stirred curinuSlv dt him
With their bright. saucy eyes. aud even the
Wild partridge fnuered sround him -unhnrm-
ID while he wondered on, wrapped in some
what moody reverie.
tTis thoughts seemed to be very variable -
partly snd AMI partly glad; for. nt one mompn
there would be cloud upon his brow, loot
" doub, and irreiolu,on and the next.
smile wond break over his face. making it re-
markablv pleasing in irs transient expression
! His figure was tall and grace(u; and his hai
that was blsck as nighr--(ell over forehent
that would have been almost too white had no
the sun kissed II rather warmly
II would have been difficult to hnve recog
nizod in him mir old friend Frederick Gordon
n, hero Of the cob hoUse--ye: when that tran
-ieHt smile, of which we have befnre spoken
played over his features, the light in his d'rl
eyes was The same as that which bsained there
when--pleading for story-he sprung joy
fully 10 his mothers side.
saunrsred along foran hour or two, deep
" buried in thought. At leuglh--
..She is very lovely." he murmuted 10 him
j self. as n unconsrously. "She IL. indeed
very lovely! What pity It is that Dame For
tune has rot added iew money bags TO II
llsi Of her charms; FOR poriionIess as she is, sh
sorely tempts one io play the fool. ! came VI
ry near committing myself last night at tn
hosting party. What with the slow. dream
motion Of The bosh the moonlight spnrklin
IN the waters, the heavy shadows on the oppo
site shore, In sbor'. the exquisite beauty Of n
whole scene, combined with Liy's almost OF h'
real ovelness, an the romance Of my nnlur
land | really believe | possess a tnle5abl