The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1869-06-04
LOVE AND DREss-MAKING.

"Do you really love me, Charley p
''Do really live and breathe ? Now
Ruth, what is the use of asking such an abb
surd question as that, when you know that
don't belong to myself at all. 1 am a
slave; and what's more hav'nt the least
desire for grain of my lost freedom"
Nonsense. Charley
But Ruth Murray said Nonsense in a
tone that clearly meant ''The very best oi
sense - and Mr.. Charles Trevor took ad
vantage of the coquettish syllables accord
ingly.
They were sitting in the library of the
fine old country house, with a bright fire
blazing on the hearth Charles Trevor was
tall, and dark, and handsome, with wavy,
black hair. and f-auk lips. and where the
brown shadow ted almost impercepti-
bly, into velvet blackness.
And Ruth Murray,-What shall we say
of her as she sits there on the sofa with the
capriciOus fre-gleams darting in lines oI
light up and down the bugle-trimming oi
her piquant, velvet jacket, and occasional
ly pausing to mirror themselves refectively
in the liquid depths of her lovely eyes p
What can we say ? Only that she was
very small and very plump with long,
brown eye lashes, and her lips red and ripe
as strawberries, and her hair like golden
water stirred into fantastic ripples by the
summer evening winds. Only that she is
wonderfully pretty and coquettish withal,
as most pretty girls are apt to be. Isn't
that enough?
Charley, she said. thoughtfully. "I do
believe that you love me but I'm afraid
that your sentiment will undergo an altera-
ton when you know that-that-''
"That what 90
al ought to have told you BEFORE" fall
tered Ruth, cOlOring wildly, and seeming
to shring away from the ruddy shine of the
fire, ''Only-''
"Told me what, darling ?''
THAT I was only a dressmaker.'
"You a dressmakerJ and visiting at
Wardly Place 90.
kate Wardly and were school COM
paniOns, Charley, and she is very kind and
promised to tell nobody, lest people should
be cold to me'
"Stop a minute, Ruth" said he, 81
did mt ask the question because the fact
made one whit's difference in our relations
to one another; only, I was taken little by
surprise as it were. A dressmaker. are
you? Well, Ruth. shouldn't care if you
were crossing-sweeper, love you, and
that's quite enough for me.''
"But, Charley, 1 am poor and obscure. -
"What Of that I'm not rich by any
means, but I am fully capable of working
for both of US; and as for beipg poor and
obscure, why, we'll try and see if we can
make a name for ourselves in the world
''But you are not obscure, Charles. The
Trevors stand high in the circles of fashion
l know that, humble little dressmaker r
though 1 am"
''What then 90
"Why the world viii say that you have
made a naesalIiance.''
"And what care 1 for the worlds YER
dict, as long as am happy in your love ?
Little Ruth, what sort of mercenary rem
egade do you take me for q? love you,
and 1 am going to marry you"
There was a glitter suspiciOusly like
tears on the long eyelids, as Ruth felt
Charles Trevor's loving glance resting on
her face, and the little hand stole softly in
to his with an uncona ciously confding
movement.
Charley" said Ruth. in a soft, stifed
voice, "I'll try and be good wife to you -
And then, oh, strange, inscrutsble heart
of woman Ruth Murray cried, just be-
cause she was SO happy.
And the next day the gay country house
cotorie broke up-all the guests going the
several ways, and owning, one to another.
that they had had a delightful time,'' and
entered upon the next chapter in the book
of fashionabl dissipation, while Ruth Muir
ray went home to q house with shop,
where plate bore the words, ''Miss Mac
kensie. Dressmaker." ..r..lE.
The bright, January sunshine was turn
ing the crusted snow to diamonds, and
making Miss Mackensie's shabby carpet
look half dozen degrees shabbier than
ever. The clock had just struck eleven,
and Ruth Murray, in blue delaine dress,
AEip, linen collar, was tacking togeth-
aeaf 3 gold-colored glace-