The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-10-19

driven in.
~Vha5is it darlihg Are you
not weH?o he asked tenderly.
81 am a little tired, that is all,
she answered quietly.
And now, dear Vievie,D said
Vincent holding the gate open for
her, must say goodbye again.
wish the, time we're eeme Nhen /
should never have to say good bye. -
She smiled a little wearily, per
haps, and simply said goodbye y
81 must see you again before I
go back to the city, Yievie. Good
bye"
As soon as the gate clicked up-
on her departing lover, Yievie ran
up stairs, threw herself upon the
bed and burst into an angry fit Of
sobbing.
''What a silly, wicked, uhreason-
able little fool I am,' she exclaimed
passionately. ''YVhat does all me,
I wonder? That chat common
farm lebOrer, whom I never saw
till week ago, and with whom I
have never had above two hours
conversation with. in my life, Should
make me husband tremble so ridic-
ulously, is perfectly-awful?' said
she, at loss for some terrible word
with which to express her. .indigna-
ton. But she sobbcd on, the gold
faded from the clouds, and the sky
grew dark, and. heavy shadows
came settling over the room. She
scarcely knew for what-weariness
loneliness, vexation altogetheE per
haps.
Frank Wyman, the common
farm labprer, was a nephew ofMrs.
Stahhope's, (the lady at whose
house Vievie was boarding. or
phaned from his childhood and her
sole care. She had given him a
good education which he had just
completed, ahd now he had come
home to enjoy a summer on his
aunt's farm, as only he with his
love Of nature and freedom, could
enjoy it. he had donned the la
borer's suit, and had gone to work
with zest that made rest and
sleep, and airs. Stanhope's good |
substantial meals, true Injuries. !
But Yievie only knew that he was
Frank Wyman, one Of the field
hands. Yes, she knew that among
all her many admirers, she had
never seen SO TALL vigorous and
manly a form, so high and noble a
brow, or such deep, thrilling, soul
speaking eyes. But, pshaw! what
was all that to her-he was only a
poor country farmland, not even !
a farmer.
The weeks passed on like q fairy
dream. Vincent would fit back
and forth from city to country, like
an idle butterfly that he was.
Vicvie spent the time between his 7
visits in walking, riding, or sailing
on the river with Frank too often
her companion. Yes, too often, for
unconsciously she was beginning
to love, to listen to his quiet, earn
est conversation, to watch his
changing, expressive eyes, and his
calm, respectful manner towards
her. Always distant but courteous,
he had never shown that he thought
her more than a mere passing ac-
quaintance; and so Vieyie, una
larmed by an action of his. dream
ed on, and inn ecently believed her
heart true to Vincent. Her whole
life that idle dreamy summer, was
like dream in which She took no
part but glided unconsciously
along with it.
But an awakening came at last.
had been down and had
been more impetuous, impuIsive /
md boyish' than ever, urging her
to a speedy union and declaring
that he could not livqsvithout her
Atlast she had promised, and his
had been so persistent
and passionate. that his departure
was a relief And now she sat at
her window watching that old yet
ever new-ever beautiful scene
4 sunset, and looking her future
steadily in the face.
"Why is it that l dread my mar
.lage-day so much? Do all young
girls on the eve of a new life, feel
30 reluctant, I wonderT she mused
md then the name of Frank trem-
)led on her lips. mo, not him
lever hum" she said resolutely,
while her compressed lips, and face
slowly paled till they looked cold (
md still like marble. s'A country
aborer! A penurious farm hand
Tore hiuai Neveri" Then the words
he had somewhere read rang
aintly through her brain:
! do not love thee, no, I DO not love thee,
donot. though smothared thrill
luickens the besting ofmy heart when
thou art near me,
i quick strong beating that cannot still"
Then She pictured Frank as be-
oDging to another, as being lost to