The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-09-21
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DOlly's Husband.
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By AMY RANDOLPH.

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a5S3 brightest dreamsr' said
SfS Martin Daleford to him
self.
He had just returned from a six
years absence in the golden re
gions of California, for brief visit
to the home of his boyhood. He
had gone away a crude, ambi-
tious, vaguely dreaming boy; he
returned a grave, heavy-bearded
man, with a wrinkle between his
brOws, and a something of stern
ness around his firm lips. Nor was
he himself the only person who had
passed through the relentless cru
cible of change during those six
years.
Dolly Markham had altered too.
She had been an innocent, fair
haired girl, with lips like dew
sprinkled roses, and blue, marvel
ling eyes, when Martin Daleford
went away. But she had passed a
winter in Boston since, and learn
ed city airs and graces; nor did
Martin, in his inmost soul, regard
the change of improvement. She
frizzed her golden hair now, and
wore tawdry rings on her fingers,
and walked with her fashionable
stOOp, and lisped slightly as she
talked; and instead of the hearty
kiss with which he had expected to
be greeted, she held out a limp
hand, with a sweeping courtesy,
when fiji st he entered after that long
absence.
"Pshawr' Martin had muttered
underneath his heavy moustache,
and Dolly had said something about
its being a fine day for that season
of the year, and then old Mr.. Mark
ham had come in, and the conver-
sation had become general.
81 see the reason of it all now,"
thought Dalforth to himself, an
evening or two later, when he sat
in his chimney nook. Old Farmer
Markham loved a bright wood fire,
although the October air was full
of golden softness, and the katy
dds chirped gleefully among the
maple trees, as yet untouched by
the relentless fingers of frost and
listened to the easy current of small
talk as it flowed from the lips of
Mr.. Octavius Wellington, who had
come down to the country to spend
a week or two, by way of relaxing
his mind from the great mental
strain. "She's like the rest of her
sex; she likes that scented puppy
with his broadcloth clothes and
shining boots, better than one who
only believes in common sense
Pshaw! what does it amount to af-
ter ALPS
you're from California, I un-
sirT' said Mr.. Wellington
as he turned with patronizing po-
toward Daleford, during a
momentary pause in the converse
tiOn.
Martin nodded assent.
"a fine country that" went on
Mr.. Wellington.
Eyes" was the Jfief answer:
"Climate quite delightful-har-
vest something wonderful, eh?"
No answer. Mr.. Daleford was
hard into the fire.
"You are farming it, I supposey'
persisted the afable Nh Yelling
ton, bent on putting the shy stran-
ger at his ease.
"Your suppositions are quite er-
roneous, sir"
"Ah! In the mines, thenY'
"Well-yes,' said Martin, feeling
of his great beard, somewhat the
envy of Mr.. Octavius, who, with all
the aid of Macassar Oil and Trico-
pherous, could only raise a feeble
downy fringe upon his upper lip.
81 have been in the mines"
"Curious life that, ehT'
'tNot specially So"
"Going back to6alifornia soonY
II do not know"
81 may be going on pretty soon,'
said Mr.. Wellington afably. Il
have some prospects of a clerkship
with the great firm in San Francis
CO, Saxon d Co. May be you've
heard Of them, and if my intro
ductions will be of any use in get
ting you into society"
Thank yOu," grufiy interEHpted
Martin Daleford, "but I don want
any better society than I have got
already"
Mr.. Wellington pursued his re-
marks no further, but Martin could
hear him utter soto UOos, when he
followed Dolly into the other room: :
"a fine specimen of the Califor-
MIA bear, Ell, Miss Dolly? ha! ha!
hal But really these miners are,
some of 'em only half civilizeslr p
And Dolly's laugh was plainly
audible both to Martin Daleford
and to Miriam Arlington, the little
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