The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1869-04-09
PERFECTLY HEARTLEss.

" heartless 90 said Mrs. Holmes to DR..
Stanley, with whom she was conVersing at
large, brilliant party.
"Heartless with that sensitive mouth,
and those eyes, so deep and full Of express
son,' said the gentleman musingly.
II don't admire her style of beauty at
all. She looks like wax doll, and her
heartlessness is proverbial. Since her
uncle left her so wealthy she has had low
ers by the score, and firts with every one.
Why, look at her now -
DR.. Stanley's eyes followed the direction
in which the lady waved her fan, and rest
ed on the centre figure of a group round
the piano. 1t was lady, young and fair,
with tall. exceedingly graceful figure,
pure Greek features and large eyes. Her
hair was shcrt, but the soft. full curls
made a lovely frame for the fair face. Her
dress was dark lace and twisted among
the golden curls were deep crimson f1oun
ces with dark leaves. and on the snowy
throat and arms glittered bloodre rubies.
She was conversing gaily with a knot of
gentlemen, DIR. Stanl y sauntered over to
the group.
'Miss Marston." said one gentleman.
''what has become of Harold Graham %
The tiny hands swept over the ivory
keys of the grand piano. in the measure of
brilliant waltz, and another of the group
supposing Miss Masston did not hear the
question, said:
"Pawned his dress coat. I guess. and
can't appear"
''He was wretchedly poor said third.
perhaps be has committed suicide it
is three weeks since he disappeared" said
another.
"O!I hope not p said Miss Marston,
''we want his tenor for our next musical
sOiree. I would be too provoking for
him to commit suicide"
.'Mrs. Holmes was right" thought the
doctor, ''she is perfectly beartlsss. Poor
Harold -
He turned from the piano, but stopped
as a full, rich voice bros outinto song
Mss Mars,on as singing "Schubert'a
Last Greeting" and into the mournful
words she poured such wailing energy
and deep pathos, that group after group, in
| the large rooms ceased their gay converse
to listen to the music.
''Cau she sing so without heart or feel
ing 90 muttered the doctor, again drawing
nearer the place.
"Eva," said a young ladys as the last
notes of the song died away. 'play polka,
won't you 90
A contemptuous smile quivered for a
moment on Eva Marston's lips; then nod
ding good naluredly. she dashed off into a
lively polka, which soon melted the group
round the piano into merry dancers and
Dr.. Stanley went with the rest.
The next morning Miss Marston sat in
her own room writing letter. Peep over
all heartless. Marian You blame me for
flirting you are not here to see how they
follow me merely for my money; not one
true heart amongst them all. There was
one, Harold"
A knock at the door interrupted her.
"Come in '' and woman entered with
a large basket of washing.
"Good morning." said Eva, pleasantly
"How is Torrance this morning 90
20 miss, it's beautiful he is the day,
Sure. I'm sorry ye've had to wait SO long
for the wash"
"Never mind that. How could you
wash with the poor little fellow SO siok?'
"Sure, miss, it's many a one expects
their clothes, sick or well and isn't Terry
sitting up the day playing with the toys
ye sint him, and Pat, that I kept home
from school minding him."
"How many pieces. Mary % said Eva
taking out her purse.
"Oh, miss, ye don't owe Mary Ginnis
cent. There's the doctor ye left the mon
ey to pay, and the wood ye sint, and the
praites and milk, and the money ye gavr
me last week; sure, miss. it's in your deb
I am for washing the rest of your life.''
''What gave Terrance has nothing tc
do with my washing BILL" said Eva. rap
idly counting the pieces. "There." anc
she took the piece from her, ''that i
eighty"
''Miss Eva," said Mary, and then stop
ped.