Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1868-01-03

II believe those are the stairs, and---oh,
here are the parlors."
Sydney Templar glanced carelessly around
the LOFTY rooms, thinking they would suit
his ambitious little cousin very well, when
suddenly a portrait hanging over the carved
marble pantle-piece caught his eye.
"Masion Caryll'
He did not articulate the syllables, but
they sounded through bis braia as II a
silver-tongued bells had pealed
them forthl Yes 1t was Marion Caryl, with
the bright golden riglets floating away from
her fair, blue-veined temples, and the rose
mouth feady to break into smiles that were
by the dewy sparkle in her eyes.
"Marien Carylr he repeated vaguely to-
himself And this is Marions house, and
Marion's husband Is leading me through the
rooms. How dreamlike 1t seemsl"
"Tm afraid you are tired said honest
BERTHE, looking compassionately at Sydney's
ashen pale face, and wondering he had not
noticed how colorless 1t was.
"a little tired" siammered Colonel Tenn
plar, feeling the hot blood rush to his brow
once more. "But no matter---do not let me
detain you. believe you said the rent
was"
~ haven't the leas. idea. believe It's
either one hundred or eighty. know we
pay ffly, but the landlord !: going TO raise
IL and Marion and are thinking of fur
nished cottage somewhere"
nMarion's husband Is not q man of bpsi-
ness" thought Sydney.
"Marion's husband r how the words cut
to his heart.
"Well I'll ask Marion--she knows said
Herbert. SNOW, then, I'll take you down
into the lower department"
Oh, BERTHE BERTHE, Berthe, had you already
become obvious Of the words Of caution
heaped on your luckless ears.
Pretty Marion, screwing the top on one
Of her spioe-boxes, heard the advancing Of
footsteps with q sudden thrill Of apprehen-
hension.
at can't be possible NAT that goose BERTHE
has forgotten what told him." she thought.
HE has, though, as sure as the sun is shin
ing and I'm caught"
Marion dropped her box of fragrant all
spice, and looked with wide open eyes Of
dismay at her bib apron.
"They are coming" she stammered, turn
ing alternately rod and white. "There's no
help for 1t. l shall have to hide In the pre-
serve closet"
And our little heroine, ignominously TAX
ing refuge in fight, ran lightly across the
kitchen floor, and hid herself among pre-
served strawberries, East India ginger and
glimmerine jars of cherries.
"lf don't lecture Bertie," said Marion,
setting her little white teeth together like
beligerent pearls, as the two gentlemen en-.
tered into the kitchen, and she heard their
voices discussing the relative merits OF
stoves and ranges.
"By the way" said Herbert, suddenly, al
believe there are some nice closets down
here, at least Marion says 20, and-hullo
the door seems to stickl"
He gave 1t a jerk. Marion's two hand!
held resolutely on the door knob on the
other side. Another rcsolute pull. full o
well directed energy, and the two little hand
succumbed.
The door few open.
BERTHE staggered back in the middle of th,
room, and Marion stood there among the pre-
serves, woefully confused, yet laughing with
all, like n,arvelously pretty nfouse in a
novel species of trap.
'Oh, BERTHE, BERTHE, l.
She stopped suddenly as her shv glance
met the eyee of the tall stranger--stoppet
in the middle of the floor, checked II
her instinct Of fight by some still stranger
instinct and blushinp like a mink moss-ros,
down to the very tips of her tapery -four
fingers that were so tiebtlv interIaced. Will,
the blue ewes. half hidden bv their whit,
Ida were fnll of sparkiino tears and m,
mouth was breaking into n tnm ultuop
smile for Marion aid NOT know whether an,
most wanted to crv or lauob.
MSydney. oh. Sydneyn
He bowed oravelv
uJJntil Won introdnce mo ~ vo,r husband
Marion. 1 scarcelv know nv what name I,
address vonn
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hanus WIN you, sa,u s'raign'-iorwaru Der
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'aineu ae 1l you
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n pus your nusoana nar'onI
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