Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1857-1865, 1859-10-14

E saddle he resolved, come what might, the
: word should be spoken that would decide
D his fate. ~
y The ride was long one--through the
! dark woods, where the rich green carpet
was thickly covered with the dying leaves,
{ that cracked beneath their feet. The
E rich hue upon each tree and bush spoke
the coming autumn, and the fruit hanging
from orchard trees, past which they swept
f in their joyous haste. Walters companion
was full of delight, as the ever changing
scenery, like great picture, opened to
their view, and the MONDAY had passed
e'er the happy riders gave one thought of
retracing their steps. ss...5
From Phillips seat they gazed on. up
on the water, alive with white sails, and
in the distance the rising smoke plainly
showed the site of thriving towns sprung
from the forest shades.
Walter Maurey, in his happiness, had
written long letter to his friend, Lection,
and it Brought an answer, bidding him
hold fast the "boasted liberty" Walter
thought in the epstle he detected small
amount of friendly sarcasm still further
as he read, "Don't fall in love with Miss
n Il
done it already" and thrust the letter in
to his pocket.
The time for Walters departure was at
hand, and nc word of love had fallen from
his lips. "Does she love me? 2" he often
asked himself; then every word, look,
smile was recalled, but in their memory he
was again lost.
The evening of the day upon whose
morrow he must say farewell drew near,
and with thousand fancies in his fertile
brain, he walked the hall. A footstep
broke his revcrie, and, bonnet in hand,
Julia Alltreive stood before him.
'Will you walk with me, Walter said
she. L F3Eaa3 a&
a Il awaited your presence to extend the
| like invitation replied Walter. 'Iwish-
ed you once more to view our cid familiar
friends, and say adieu together for I must
return tomorrow to gladden. other hearts,
from whose love l have too long been
separated
His eyes were fixed upon the ground,
and he could not see the paleness of that
face, neither heard he the quick beating
of her heart, but both told how his love
was returned.
An hour later, and beneath the old will
low sat Walter Maurey and Julia Alltrieve
She no longer answered his sentiment
with her laugh, and her mild blue eye was
more than once filled with tears.
| Look said Walter, see where the set
ting sun sinks beneath the waters, send
ing over the waves, even to our feet,
path of FURNISHED gold. | can but
breathe the earnest prayer that our future
paths be alike bright and joyous,
| His voice was low and the words trem-
bled upon his lips as a tear fell from his
| eye. ,sFo. .,y.e .rs.
Again he spoke Mine fear must ever
be darkened by cloud which hides the
sun of happiness, would not sorrow that
we ever met, for we have been happy, and
| carry with me the sweet memory of it,
but
Their eyes for the first time met, and
each at that moment read the other s
heart rt
julia said Walter holding out his
hand, Il love you. Am mistaken if some
times l have dared to think youloved me
in returnP
mo, Walter do love you have loved
you since we met and if at times my
seeming coldness has panied you, forgive
me now, for it is no part of my true
nature: it was but to test your love for
me-.
What more need be written? Our i'm
aginatiOn can picture the lovers seated
beneath the old willow, until the stars
came out and smiled upon their joy-can
follow them to their homes-hear the low
good night and fancy the moments
silence-a kiss, sealing the lovers vow
but imagination must do all, our story
closes. a
Walter Maurey returned to his city
home. Again he sits in his little room
with his friend Lection, and the silence at
times is broken by low convrsation, car
ried on in the tones of confidence.
Lection smiles as he asks what will be
done with your boasted liberty?'
Not word about it, Ed don't know
where it is | lost it without knowing
how but should you see friend of mine,
you need not mention it, Good night.
i A month later and Walter Maurey mar
red Julia Alltrieve and as the wine went
round Lection, who, out of pure JOY at be-
holding so much happiness, could not re-
frain from gravely proposing toast, al
tered to suit the occasion-'Matrimony
good long dinner; Life, fine dessert !
-.
A man, it is said, falls in love just as he
falls down stairs. 1t is an accident, per-
haps, and very probable misfortune
) something which he never intended, nor
foresaw, nor apprehended. But when he
runs in love, it is like when he runs in debt,
it is done knowingly and Intentionally,
and very rashly and foolishly, even if not
ridiculously, miserably and ruinously.
Mrs. Wigglcs have you got match !?
! Yes, sir-a match foi the old boy
5 Thar she is mixing up dough- Wiggles
4 pointed to his wife, and then slid from the
. front door. The last we saw of Wiggles