Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1871-05-03

Not know my own ring, ELI I / know
us worth o couple of ponies Come. let's
near the damage, and I'll stump up.u
~ cannot give up the ring unless Won
describe it.n y"
ooh, dash it don't chafF n fellow po,y
shouldn't care a rap about the ring. onIv
it belonged to some defunct party. and the
| governor would cut up so deuced rouoh
I've got heaps of 'em. Come. III sISa,,
you any one of these for it, because of gov
| erncr.n e'
respectfully declined the proposal.
well, dash it," exclaimed the yo,,uo-
fellow, as though struck with sudden
idea, what couple of muffs we are
| why don't you turf the thjnp9 I
| itr ii'''' "e'e'A
replied that was very sorry could
hot ooiige him, and adding that lie had
better OBTAIN an exact description of the
| ming" from his governor, l recommend
ed MIN not to keep the cats longer i'm the
cold. ~ ''io
Menu am getting exceedingly tired of
my treasure-trove. / retire to my room
win view of dressing to go out. | am
| informed that q lady wishes to see me. and
am AFRAID my mental calculation was not
complimentary to the lady in oues-
| ton.
tail, graceful figure, draped in heavy
morning, rises at my entrance. She opens
the negotiation in some confusion, turn
ing away her face. She has come TO me i'm
the nope OF regaining ring, csrlessly lost.
the parting gift of a fond father. TO her
brother and herself
My eye rests on the craze about her
dress, on her pale, beautiful face, from
which the blush of confusion and timidity
describe it.
A large diamond, handsome" she be-
lieved, but valuable to her for far other
reasons" ......-.
But" said gently, CHASED on the gold
inside the ring there is" --.
"A crest, / am aware of it," she answer
ed sadly, ''but know nothing of herald
ry, and have never given it more than a
casual glaze. My brother is dying sir,n
she said, lifting up her pale face to mine.
only this morning he MISSED the ring
from my finger, uneasily; we are alone in
the world +; it is the only relic left of one
SO lately taken from us; how can tell him
il il lost?'
II am sorry to pain you,n / said, striv-
ing to be firm 'but it would be more
satisfactory for all parties, and cause but
little delay, if you could obtain the des-
cription from your brother"
Without word she turned away; the
mournful resignation other air and attitude
touched me, and as she turned i saw tear
roll silently down and fall upon the hand
stretched to the door handle. | couldn't
"Stop," j exclaimed zone moment.
am sure-I feel certain-I may trust YOU
You will tell me-"
| take the ring from its security, I hold
it out timidly for the blue eyes to examine
see yet the look of delight overspread
her fine features--I see the expression of
almost childish pleasure i'm her eyes as she
looked up at me aud elasped her hands,
and cried out, 1.-The ring! the ring! Oh.
Alfred, my dear brotherr
Her hand was upon it such tremul0us,
happy eagerness in her glance such q
caresslng fondness in her way of lingering
it! How pretty she was!
"My dear child" Il am forty-fiveD sit
gives me sincere pleasure" Then stam-
mered, then sprang after her. AT least
you will leave your address with me-"
What look shades her face now
Wounded integrity, mingled with pity for
me.
"Ah, sir" she says, sadly, handing mo
the card on which she has been penciling,
'some day you will be sorry for this. You
do not trust me-"
Certainly | am brute. The accent of
reproach in her voice haunts me the sor-
rowful glance of her eye--how pretty she
is / sit down to nay breakfast in the
morning, half inclined to call at the adj
dress given, and apologize Tor my heathen-
ish dstrust.
How delightful to see her in her own
peculiar atmosphere, miniStering to the
sick brother, who is all she has in the
world, to look upon, if one cannot enjoy,
the beautiful tenderness of a gentle sister to
an afflicted brother.
But my letters wait, and | toy with them.
This is a hand know. What does Fred
want, | wonder? 1 tear it open; read:
DEAR JACK;-What queer chance if you
have stumbled upon my ring. ! was obliged to
run down to Romtord late last evening, and
- rls. 1E..A
pretty taking I've been in. If It's mine, the
holding lance and the motto, Armed at all
points, Verify truth is stranger than fiction,
Keep it for me. FRED VYNING."
idiot! Gull! 1t is quite useless to call
myself names. 1t is almost supertiuous to
add, that when 1 called at a certain address
in EastOn square, to inquire for Miss Lucy
Hamilton, the lady was not TO be found.
Probably the "dear Alfred" had required
speedy change of air probably brother and
sister were even embracing, in rapturous
gratitude, over the precious relic. of one
| lost to them so lately. Was that dear one
not lost, but transformed Had the silver
haired patriarch of the first visit changed
| to the dashing buck Of the third? And
was the virtuOus teacher of youth only the
| tender sister in masquerade? On my word,
! l believe so. l dare say they are ENJOYING
| the joke. Possibly it is dodge often re-
peated. But what am | to say to Fred?
"John Rouse, why wilt thou do so?n
This was said by Thomas Hazard, one of