Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1858-10-08
CHAPTER xxx.


Mr., Motley, after leaving the Springs
had heard nothing of Ann Lee, except
that she had gone home. 1t is true that
Helen had written, apprising him of AIMS
illness but his rapid locomotion had pre-
vented his receiving the letter; and when
he reached Mr.. Berne's, two days later
than the letter mentioned in the last chap
Ter, he was ignorant of her presence under
tho same roof with himself Helen saw
him as hc approached the house, and al
most heard AIMS heart beat when his ar.
rival was announced to her.
"What shall tell him, Ann2" Helen
asked, as she was going down to receive
him, in the absence of her father
Nothing" Was the reply. "But will
you carry him that boquet 1 made of the
flowers you brought me?"
Helen examined it while Ann blushed
tacn kissing her affectionately, said with
a smile of aqproval--"This will dot is
message enough so leave the rest to me,
dear Ann"
GLOW nre you, Helen ?" Said Mr.. Mot
ley, as she entered tho parlor. "You and
Jane are the only women whose presence
/ can toerate-yours, because you have
the sense Of man, and little in common
with your sex and James, because she is
going to be married, and / pity her.
have become perfect Benedict, but more
fortunate than he, shall never find a
Beatrice"
"lf / did not know" she replied, "that
your railery is but lip.deep, it might Of
tend me; but your heart gives no sane
ton to the licence of your tongue, aud if
it is relief thus to vent your mock hatred
Of my sex, ] would even encourage it
But tell me- she continued, "do you un-
derstand the language Of flowers
"No, but know the smell of mint, and
it is refreshing after ride of thirty
miles"
"Well, you shall have the julep, sir aud
passed through the hall, I was going to
present you with this beautiful boquet,
but as you do not understand the language
of flowers, it will be thrown away upon
you"
81 can admire it, Helen, if I can't read
it. But what are you up TOP You mean
something more than you are disposed to
Hay-so out with it. You would never
think Of giving me boquet, and if it is
present from any one else, explain your
self"
"Do you see that flower, and TINT, and
that2 They convey message of peni.
tencc and love, and petition for forgive
ness. Can't you guess from whom it
comes"
"If il were withered;" he replied,
gravely, 81 might guess; but they are
fresh, and the giver is too near at hand to
be the same of whom am thinking"
"And were she the same, and in this
house, Mr., Motley, and had the magnan-
unity to confess the wrong she has done
you, and TO ask your forgiveness--what
then? ?"
"Supposing the case to be real, would
forgive her with all my heart, and love her
the more for the uprightness of her motives
and the rare Independence of her actions
provided she were equally just to you"
"Ann Lee is here, Mr. Motley, just re-
covering from long and dangerous illness,
She is just to us both, and sent you these
flowers to bear testimony to the fact"
"Are you in earnest Helen2 Then let
me see her at once p And he sprang
from his seat, as if to make rush for her
room.
"Stop, Mr., Motley!' she said, standing
before him, II must FIRST prepare her for
the interview, as a surprise may be attend
ed with serious consequences. Bat as
you are, so far, more fortunate than
Benedict, will il be kind in me to help
you to find Beatrieel'
"If you think not, he replied, II will
R@ tax your kindness, but fnd her my