Clarksville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1865-1867, 1866-08-24
! AUHEcK FOR 4 CARPET.
BY LoursS CHANDLER xouIros.
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Pretty little Mrs. Lone spoke coaxingly,
with her hands clasped on her husbands )
arm. He looked down 1t her moment be.
fore he answered. She had been his wife
for ive.years, but her face was as sunny spd
as giriish as when he first wooed her. Her
blue eyes had scarcely shed q tear In all those
yearsrexcept the lazy, luxurious tears such
Happy little souls weep over the ideal woes
of story-book heroineAs Her monjhly.rose
lin the French window was not pinRer than
her cheeks-her scarlet geranium was not
brighter or redder than her lips--and the pet
canary chirping above the blossoms was no
gayer or merriet than. the little bird-like
woman who waited for John Lanes answer.
He smiled as he looked at her, and brushed
back her soft brown hair with an uncon-
scious tenderness. .aA 90 lQiIB1 3
"Yes about the carpet, Annie. If Isthought
we needed il, ] would get it, of course. 7 But
we use the drawing room so little. The car
pet that Is on II now is almost as bright as Il
was the day we chose il and you know how
pretty we both thought il then.n
The girlish young wife pouted her dainty
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"Well, John, but its been down fveyears,
and it's only nice because I've taken such
nice care of il. IfsPd been. careless and let
| il get spoiled, you'd have bought, another
without grumbling you know you would
It's TOO bad, I've got to see things round for
ever, just because I'm careful Of them. Don't
you get tired of seeing the same things al
ways, John 2''taaaigaig 30, 10 zea.bao1.s1 \
"Not easily, SO long as they are the same,
fresh and bright as ever. am not tired of
you yetp ri3 ~ <sfoqsgkaggt
She Laughed, and her pink cheeks flushed
a little. -, -i - -, -, -, ..
q But I'm not carpet. Oars is only a
Brussels, you know, and did 30 want
Wilton like Mrs Maynes" -. !. ~ /
$50 Mrs. Mayne's is the serpent in our
Eden? Well, Annie, give me till night to
think about it, and be bent toward her for
his goodbye. -',-....... - -.
After be had gone, she went into the draw
ing-room and took survey Of her possess
lions, The carpet was that soft many shaded
moss like green, on which everything looks
SO well. She confessed to herself that it had
q more, refined air than Mrs. Mayne's large
Figured Wilton, which held your gaze, like
the eye of the ancient mariner, from the mo-
ment you entered the room. But then, she
thought che, needn't, buy q great gaudy
thing and Wilton. was really so much
more elegant, SO much more in keeping with
her rosewood and brocatelle. Then she be-
gan busting some Of her books and orna-
ments. e .-, (.
| While she stood there she heard the bell
ring, and short parley at the door-a child's
cooks answer that to-day there was nothing
| To A -,
sort Of accomplishing hopelessness, struck
her end she stepped down stairs just as Bridg-
ct was about to shut the door. ..h..l.s
"Come back moment little GIRL she
said in those gentle tones that John Lane
liked, so well 10 hear. c.,.,. ~. ~ i..f
| The child turned, an eager light coming
into her face for moment and then going
out Mrs. Lane was acting on impulse
She almost always did; it was good thing,
therefore, that, most Of her impulses were
sweet and gentle and true. =, 49, ,,.-..I '.s,
nAre you hungry p she asked, pityingly.
at dosen't matter 80 much about me,
ma'am could bear to be hungry, but
don't know what to do for my mother. I
have tried to get place TO work, but no one
Twill take me, They say q child ten years
old is more plague than profit Mother had
to work SO hard to Keep us, and now she's
been sick awhile, Snd she can't work, and
we've eaten up everything. So l came out
to see if anybody would give me something
for mother, and I've asked at every house
in the street. and, everywhere they said just
the same, that they had nothing to-day"
Where do you liye,-is tar" Mrs, Lane
I "only q few steps, ma am -thre. streets
"well, then III 90 home with you, and
see your mother. Come into the house,
while put on my bonnet and Bridget shall
give you some bread and butter and cold
meat" ..T
Mrs. Lanes sweet young face was full Of
pity, and she hurriedly packed basket with
bread and tea and sugar, for the sick mother.
Then she ran up stairs and lied on her pret-
ty summer hat, and down again while the
hungry girl WAS finishing her breakfast.
"Come, little girl she said, "what j.
your name ?" -
"Ellen Stanton, ma'am; but my father al
ways called me Nelly, and SO does mother"
"And is your father dead ?" 'l'i.sr 'fs7e
."Oh, yesl that's the way our troublebe
gan. Father died, and mother wasn't use TO
hard work, and she had TO work so hard 10
keep the oaoy and me- :. y. :. .,.,,..
MIS- Ian a,anc asaeu no more ques'ions, Jus'
'nen. QUE was 'ninking more seriously tnan
sne nad ever .nought IN ner ME rememoer-
ing now sue nau oeeh oorn 70 ease anu ,uA-
nry' sneioeu all ner uays rom care--now
ns' aeepesI a'Scon'en. nau oeeh wnen some
to'ner person earpet was oand,omef, OF sael,
finolan snswi mao eeepe, ooroer.i ana
now sne was going Wners munger ana sor,
row were tenants hsa sne peen Iv,ng aii
WIS ,ime lor herself one Questioned, win
sudden pang OF terror ana seli-reproach,