The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1872-12-19
The Freaks Of a Coquatte.
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leaves. with which she was decorating
her broad brimmed straw hat.
She made beautiful picture sit
ting there all alone in the mellow
glow and, color of the October
woods. a. crimson shawl dropping
from her shoulders, and the sun
shine lighting up her bright auburn.
curls with glittering threads OF gold,
while upon the fallen trunk that
formed her impromptu seat lay "a.
branch Of ferns and autumnal fow-
ers. She was tEansParently fair
/ with purple veins in each worn tenn
pie and faint pink bloom on her
cheeks while her eyes, large and
brown, seemed to look with the
brave tender expression Of child,
"Yes it is very strange" went on
Miss Penroy, musing to herself
know so little about him; l have
only known him about ten days, yet
when he spoke about leaving Elm
Point last nj ight, it seemed as il al
sunshine was leaving the world tor
me.' "Oh Blanehe-naughty little
Blancher' she added, leaning for
ward and apaatrophizing the fair
face murored IN the stream at her
feet; sis it possible that you have al
lowed yourself to fall in love with a
tall, blackeyed young man2 Ten
days ago I had never seen him-and
nowY'
The roses mounted to her cheeks
as she wondered within herself
whether Mr.. Eyering cared for her.
81 wish I knew" she muttered
aloud.
"Knew whatP' demanded a calm
voice, and Mr.. Gilbert Evering took
up the bunch of flowers, and cody
seated himself beside her-a tail,
handsome man, with brilliant dark
eyes, rather irregular features, and
deep flush glowing through his olive
skin.
Blanche demurely looked up st
him; she was not 10 be taken BY
storm SO easily, and asked: V
"Do you think it will rain to-mor
row for our pic nic2 want to wear
my white India muslinp'
ooh, the picnic, I had forgotten
that when I spoke of leaving to-mor-
row. Of course, though, my pres.
ence or absence will make no differ
enceT'
Blanche was silent. Somehow that
scarlet and brown spotted Leaf re-
CURED a good deal Of adjustment in
the ribbon of her hat baHd.
blanche shall 1 go or stay9'zy
CAS- you please, Mr.. Everipg to be
sure"
mo as somebody else pleases.-
Yes or no? And forewarn you
that yes means a good deal"
"How much does it meany' ques-
toned Blanche, half archly, half
timorously.
aEverything"
'sThen you may stay"
any Blanche my little daisyr'
he whispered bending his stately
head over the slender hand that lay
on the autumn leaves. And Blanche
felt that in the golden stiffness of
that October evening she had turn
ed new page in the book Of her
life.
She was very happy, and all that
day she seemed to be walking
through the bright mysteries of a
dream. But with the morning came
another feeling. Alas that shadows
should always follow sunshine in the
world of ours.
'rm not disposed to be unreason-
able, Blanche said Gilbert, in /
whisper, as he arranged her. white
shawl. for her, amid the merry tu-
multi of the pic nic ground. 'but I |
do think you've waltzed quite often |
enough with Mr.. Birmingham r
Jealous already, Gilbepr' taun.
ted the girl, flushed and rosy red |
with the triumphs of coquetry. She
coIored deeply.
eOf course you'll do as you please,
Blanche; only I warn youits only a |
choice between Walter Birmingham
and nee. You dance with him at
your OWE risk.
AT the same instant Mr.. Burning
ham came up.
May I have the pleasure of a
polka With you, Miss PenroyT'
And Blanche, defiant, willful and /
a little piquei, answered "yes."
She gided away with her hand on
Walter Birmingham's shoulder
Gilbert, she thought, had no bust
ness 10 be so unreasonable.
His grave, stern face rather star
tied her, as she came once more to
the rustic scat Of twisted boughs,
when the band was SILENT and Birm
ingham had gone to bring her a
glass oficed lemonade.
"Gilbere" she said 'why do you
look so erossg
Because 1 have good reason. ! I
am sorry you pay so little regard 10
my wishes, Miss Penroy."
She drew herself up haughtily.
"You are beginning quite early to
dictate, sirF
s'Ifaye I not the rightY
.'No, Mr., Everingw
s.Be II so Blanche" he said. in a ]