Clarksville chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 186?-1872, 1870-07-09

AsAai N " Civ hOtttC ttfC AoPPtCot
vidual that ever trod New Yorl
pavement. Indeed, SO great was hi
elicity that he indulged I'm various
gymnastic capers Indicative of bliss
and only paused In them at the gruf
caution Of a policeman, who probably
had forgotten his own o0urting days
Come Come young man. what are yo'
"Was there ever a more delicat,
way of assuring me of her favorable
consideration? Was there ever a mors
feminine admission of her sentiment
OF course she will come herself-ar
angel, breathing airs from Paradise =
and shall tell her of love. A house
wife-oh. the delicious words! Won.
der what neighborhood she would
like me to engage = residence in
how soon IL would be best to name the
day? Oh, II 1 should awake and ind
1t all a blissful dream"
Early the next morning Mr.. Thorn.
brooke set briskly to work "rightine
up things" How he eswept and dust.
ell and secured; the room was.aired to
get rid of the tobacco smoke, and
sprinkled with cologne and beautified
generally. And at length, when the
dust was all swept into one corner,
and covered by q caielessly (?) dis
posed newspaper, he found the win.
dow glass murky, and polished II
with such vengeance that his fist,
handkerchief and all, went through,
sorely damaging the hand, and neces-
stating the ungraceful accessory OF
an old hat to keep out the wintry
blast for the time being. However,
even this mishap didn't dampen his
spirits, for was not Lily coming?
Long and wearily he waited, yet
no tinkle at the bell gave warning OF
her approach. It's all her sweet
feminine modesty," Thought he, and
was content. At length there was a
peal below, and Marks heart jumped
up into his mouth, beating.like q rev.
ellie drum. He rushed to the door,
but-there was no one but little
grinning black boy, with q box.
"Miss Raymond's compliments, and
here's de housewife, sir.n ID .l',
"The housewife, you little imp Of
Erebus!'
Eyes, sir, in the box, all right"
Mark SUNK back into his room and
opened the box, half expecting to see
full dressed young lady issue from
1t, a la Arabian Nights; but mott
was only little blue velvet book, and
full of odd compartments in azure
silk, containing.tape, needles, scissors,
silk, thimble, and all the nice little
work table accessories. ss
"And she calls this q housewife ~
groaned Mark, In ineffable bitterness
of spirit at the downfall of his bright
visions. "But won't be put off so.
Desperation gave him courage, and
off he hied to the Raymond mansion,
determined tO settle the matter II
there were forty JOneses and Esthers
there.
But Lillian was alone, singing ut her
embroidery in the sunshiny window
easement.
"Dear me, Mr.. Thornbr0Oke, Is
there anything the matter?''
Perhaps 1t was the shadow from the
splendid crimson cactus plumes in the
window that gave her cheek such a
delicate glOw-perl,aps--but we have
no right to speculate.
ayes"
And Mark sat down by her side,
and took the trembling, fiuttering
hand.
"You sent me O housewife this
mOrning!' ....ar
wasn't 1t rightw faltered Lillian
at wasn't the kind 1 wanted, at
allp'
"Not the kind you wanted?"
"No, 1 prefer a living one, and !
came to see II couldn't change 1t. i
want one with brown hair and eyes
something's, In short, Miss Lillian, just
your pattern. Can have it?"
Lily turned white and then red,
smiled and then hurst into tears, and
tried to draw away her hand, but
Mark held 1t fast. tl@
s "No, no, dear Lily, first tell me II /
can have the treasure ask for
"Yes," she said, with the prettiest
confusion in the world; and then, in.
stead of releasing the captive hand,
the unreasonable fellow took posses
sion of the other, too. But as Lily
did not object, we suppose 1t Is all
right.
And that was the odd path by
which Thornbrooke diverged from the
walks of old bachelorhoOd, and step.
ped into the respectable ranks of mat.
rimony. F