Weekly Clarksville chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 185?-1857, 1857-02-13
GAINESVILLE, TENN. FRIDAY, FEBRUARY l3, 1857.

Aheie "us isulS up'h the Oick seat Clieefl
mufIled Ia clock, which aid not seem 10 be
particularly needed at that season Of the year;
and her heart t6ld her that it sss the figure
Of him for whom she had watched and waited
though tae day. But the noble steeds halted
not the carrisge rolled slowly by, and Tie
mUfled figure drew the folds Of The mantle
still more closely about It, and shrank back
still farther into It's dark corner. ~
The young girl gazed rpoa the vehicle until
1t faded from her sight; then sinking back
upon her seat che covered her face with her
haDds. When shs removed thsm, slJr9ugh
her cheek was pale as marble there wss no
other sign of sufiring. She could not, even
yet doubt that the mystery would be explained
perhaps after ell it was not Frederick, and
with that thought her spirits returned.
lust At dusk Mr.. Msscs zane iu from the
villsge, and turning 10 Lily. sald--"LiIy. why
did you not tell us that Fred Gordon was TO
leave US to-day, OF course you knew, as
you saw him yesterday ~
Lily was spared the necessity Of replying,
for her aunt ipmedaly exclaimel el-"Fred
Gordon leit us ! where is he going, cray /"
why, he goes Tonight" was the reply.
''in their own carriage as far as P, and
from that place takes the siege to-norrow for
New York. His father tells me that he il to
sail for Europe in the 'Virginia' next month,
and will probably remain four or five years -
Amid the hum of voices. the exclama;ions
OF surprise, tho Inquiries, and surmises 10
WHICH this Intelligence gave rise--fer be il
remems, red, voyoge TO Europe wxs;smuch
more formidable undertaking then than in
these days of steamships one noticed Lily.
1t was as we have said just at duck. and With
dread foreboding Of she knew 1t Whist evil,
she had glided to the fsrthest corner of the
room, and remained there sffectually conceal.
ed by the gathering s4sdows. When the
worGs that 10 her seemed the dea,h-knell oi
every hope were pronounced, che did moi
speak, she did not'even sigh, but standiag mo
tipnless for moment, with her eyes fixed
wildly upon tho speaker, she threw up hsr
white arms once, twice convulsively, and then
sank slowly to the foor--brealhless and in.
animate. Poor, poor Lily Grey.
CHAPTER v.
IT had been gala dsy id New Yvrk-a da,
Of feasing and reioicing-a day of triumph
, al professions and N artial psgeantry --ons o
Americas most honored sons, one whose day,
had been spsn, in the service Of his country
snd whose blood had flown more than once up
on the battle field, was the guest of the city
and it's inhabitants laying aside for awhile ,hei
accustomed avoealions. b ad assembled en- .alss
to welcome hin The old Park theatre hat
been converted, for that one night, into splen
did ballroom, and as darkness came on, In hun
dreds Of dressing rooms, the young .nd the
lovely, ay, and many who were neither, were
decking themselves for the festive scene. A
later hour innumerabe carriages were roll
ling through The streets, bearing their preciou,
freight to the appointed place; aud hosts of ii
ny, sa'in>slippered feet trppsd lightly up tn,
broad stone steps and were lost in the crow
within. 1t was splendid pageant. Their,
were dancing plunes and sparkling gems
flashing eyes and hower-wreathed curls-th
waving of banners--and over all and surroun
ding all, dazzling radiance, shed from the
massive chandeliers tlfat were suspended, at nj
distant intervals, from the LOFTY ceiling. Tive
young men -one of them, from his foreer
dress and ignorance Of those around him, eyi
IDENTIFY a stranger-wero leaning against ont
of the large pillars, engaged in earnest con
versation. They used their opert>glasses quite
freely. and were apparently commenting on tn
beauties around them. At length their auen
iion was drawn toward the door by the hun
OF voices and murmurs Of admiration that gree
ted the entrance of-s young lady, WIN appear
ed leaning on the arm of fne-looking man
old enough TO be her father She was indie
surprisingly beautiful. but Il was the swan lik,
grace and elegance other movements, the sou
that brealhed from her features, the depth o
ceiling ia her violet eyes. that involuntaril
liked the attention Of the observer, and awokC
in bis breast an intereet for which he coul
scarcely account. She was mhgnitcentlY al
tired in tunic dress Of light.blue satin, wit
rich embroidery Of slvsr-lnd costly pearls
were clssped about her throat, her rounde
arms, and cleaned amid the heavy masses Q
her braided hair.
The young men did not speak until che ha
crossed the room and was hidden from thei
sight by the intervening crowd; then DRAWN
a long breath, The stranger asked of his com
panion-''Frank, in the name of all that
besutiful, who is that lovely crea,urel"
"That," said Frank Stanley, ''thSt Is Mi
Munro, our belle and heiress."
"Miss Munro" exclaimed the other, viii
his color was considerably heightened, "is th
Miss Munrol"
"Why yes. Wha: Is there so surprisir