The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-02-13

I late himself on his admirable selection,
and chuckle IN his inmost being as he
/ witnessed the well-cont-ived success of
/ Joe's maneuyres. There were picnics
and drites and parties and entertain
ments of various kinds, but in vain did
Bob Humphrey invite or propose; the
/ young lawyer was sure to be before
hand with him, and it almost seemed as
if sweet, unassuming, ,,,quietlittle Maggie
Pilsey herself, the deacon's daughter,
had joined the secret league again her
friend Irene, so often was some excuse
devised by which she was made to ap-
pear in the latter's stead.
Then, too, were the home evenings
at the deacon's house, when the subtle
minded old plotter could have hugged
himself with satisfaction as he sat by
and witnessed with his own eyes the adj
mirable manner in which Joe Gaines
worked for his fee.
&c It takes a lawyer, after all, +" said he
to himself ct don't care much what
he charges, I only hope he'll keep it up
that way till Scott gifts home again.
And then to see Bob Humphrey Why
the fellows got the perseverance of the
saints, but he amt nowhere with Joe
Gaines
AS for Irene Wyer herself, her red
lips laughed and pouted, and her bright
black eyes sparkled and deepened, and
her life seemed flowing onward very
pleasantly, as if no deep-laid plots and
schemings had any power over her or
her happiness. Moreover, through it
all, Joe Gaines seemed to maintain the
most complete external senbIance of
frank hearted friendship with Bob
Humphrey Odd as it may seem, the
young lawyer always found that his
practice had undergone very sensible
increase, caused mainly by the warm,
though covert, encomiums which the
! good deacon's heart compelled him to
citation of his young friends tact and
management.
Time viii fly, however, and the mails
brought at last to the Pilsey homestead
the welcome news that its absent hope
and heir would shortly return. There
were letters from Scott Pilsey to his
mother, and his sister Maggie, and to
Irene Wyer, and even to his old cronies
and schoolmates, Joe Gaines and Bob
Humphrey, and to each he had doubt
less some matter of special interest to
communicate.
No noisy, smoky, disgusting railway
repose of the village; but at last, on a
morning when all things were in state
of almost painful expectancy of
his arrival, not the ordinary stage
coach, but private hired carriage,
heavy with trunks and packages, brought
Scott Pilsey to the door of his fathers
home.
In an i1assosrat the little verandah was
fun of those who awaited him, but
when the deacon's tall, sunburned, and
bushy-headed son sprang out upon the
grass, he turned his back to tho veran-
dab for a moment, while he aided the
movements of graceful, we1l-favored,
dark-featured young lady, who followed
him, and whom, even in the first warmth
of his " welcome home, he introduced
as my wife, my Lucia
Maggie Pilsey hugged her and kissed
her, and so did Irene Wyer, and so, in
moment more, did old Mrs. Pilsey,
and the deacon was too wise a man to
seem altogether astonished, while Joe
Gaines and Bob Humphrey were fairly
boisterous. In fact, Scott Pilsey's Cal
ifornia bride was so overcome by the
warmth of her greeting, that the poor
thing forgot her pride, and burst into
tears In half a minute after that,
there wasn't lady visible, and then
Bob and Joe knew enough to leave the
deacon and his son to themselves. The
young men walked off arm IN arm, but
they were back again before the day
was over.
The deacons face was n trihe serious
but not exactly cloudy, and before long
he managed to get Joe Gaines off by
himself for bit of private converse
ton.
And so, Joe, " said he "you and the
rest knew all about this matter of
Soott's some time ago? ?"
"Well, yes Irene told me in conf
dence, and then, when they wrote and
told Scott how matters were here, he
wrote to congratulate us, and begged
us not to spoil his surprise to you. We
couldn't tell after all that, you know. "
"Ahem! well-no-no--I can't say
but praps not 1 can't be mad with
Scott for she's brought him big
rancho and mine but what am 1 to
do with you now? 1 like Bob Hum
phrey first rate-I alters did like Bob
and now il can't be Scott, I don't see as
I ort to interfere. Iou've armed my fee,
and I'll pay it but then, you sec, there
amt no more use.
"Oh, no, not bit, " interrupted Joe.
''Bob is a good fellow, and he and Mag
gle are just suited. Irene and I think
that Maggie couldn't have made bettre
match, and we think SCOTS done splen-
didly we'll
Irene and your' exclaimed the
deacon.
g Yes, of course. I've explained to
Irene that can't afford to lose my fee.
I told her at the beginning, and she
said 1 must earn it. Seems to me I've
done that but TIL let you mp. :"
Done it" exclaimed the deacon
q Well, yes, Joe, on the whole should
rather be inclined to say I rather gues:
I think you hare! Yes-you ana
Irene ?"
; No STORY of heather mythology, say'
/ a writer In APpIetoH's Journal, whioi
teSls of the transformation of human o.
{ celestial beings into plants or trees il