Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1857-12-11
MlsCELLAMY.
A LOVE STORY.
SOPHIE LYNN,

uMen are never 80 awkward, never so
d;savreeable. never so ungraceful, as when
thew are making love. A friend is luxury
"a husband ditto, suppose; but that IN
termittent class of human beings denomi-
mated Iovers, are terrible bores. 1t does
very we'll for a woman to blush and look
apstered now and then, when occasions
make it desirable; but to man with MS
face as red as ripe cherry, and real
parcel of strong -mindness, self-reliance
and masculine dignity, done up in broad
cloth and starched linen, quaking from
the TOP of his boots to the top of his shirt
collar, his mouth awry, and his tongue
twisted into convulsions in the vain at
sempt asa1 to say something sweet-O graci-
ousw f '''.''
So said saucy Sophie Lynn aloud to
herself, as she sat swinging backwards
and forwards before her window, half
hurled in the cushions of luxurious arm
chair, and playing with delicate ivory fan
that lay upon her lap s.~.
at always seems SO strange, not TO say
tiresome," continued she, with running
musical laugh, "after one has waltzcd and
sung, quoted poetry and talked nonsense,
with any body, till one is puzzled to tell
which of the two is most heartless, ones
self or ones companion, to hear him come
nlump down on the subject of hatrmony,
as though that was the legitimate result OF
every such insipid acquaintanceship! For
nv part; l never had lover (here Sophie
Auttered her fan and looked pleased, for
she had more than one) that L wasn't
heartily sick of after he had proposed
There was Capt Morris-l thought him
the handsomest man in the whole circle OF
INV acouaintances, until he went on his
knees to me and swore he should die II
didn't take pity on him, Somehow he
always looked like fright to me after
wards. Then there was DR.. Wilkins-he
was really agreeable, and people said very
learned. l was delighted with him for a
time, but he spoiled it all with that offer
of his-what long -winded adjectivcs and
how the poor fellow blushed and pulled,
and perspiredl He called me an adorable
creature, and hiccoughed in. the middle
of adorable Horrors! have detested
him ever since. Then there was a.
Here Sophie started. She heard the
door bell ring. With nervous spring
she stood before her mirror, smoothing
down her brown hair with haste truly
comical. ...s ..
oIt wont do to seem interested she
said, as she took flushed survey of heI
person in the glass, and shook out with
her plump, jewoled fingers, the folds Of
her airy muslin dress.
The moment afterwards, when servant
entered to announce Mr.. Harry Ainslee
she was back on her old chair by the
window, rocking and playing with her fan
apparently as unconcerned and llstless a
though that name had not sent thrill e
her heart or the betraying crimson al
over her pretty face, "Tell him l will b,
down presently" she said.
The girl disappeared, and Sophie threw
open her window, that the cool, fresh al
might fan away the extra rosiness iron
her complexion. Then she went again t
the mirror, aud after composing her bright
eager, happy face into an expression o
Occurrences, descended to the parlor.
smile broke over her features, and sh
reached out both her hands to her guest
but as if suddenly recollccting herself
drew them back again, and with formO
bow of recognition, she passed him an
seated herself in a further corner of tn
room.
1t was very evident that something wa
wrong with Sophie; that she had made u
her mind, either not to be pleased or nc
to please. Could il be that she had fore
seen what was cQming2 that a present.
ment of that visit and its results had die
tated the merry speeches in her chamber
Be that as it may, half-hour had nj
elapsed before she knew that Harr
Ainslee's hand and heart (Which latte
by the way, was nothing wonderfully wel
in the same place where Capt Morris
and DIR. Wilkins's had been before then
a IL.