The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-11-19

men who ever admitted beauty in 9th
ers. and then, with the little duchess
on my arm, went TO greet my uncle
and his bride.
She was dressed all in white-not
the faintest trace of color about her
and her lovely face turned as white as
her bridal wreath, as she came face to
face with me. 1t was Nora-Nora
whom / had last seen in rags, barefoot
Ell, asking aims from the passengers,
aud now met again thus-at an embas-
sadOr's ball and talking to a foreign
prince
my uncle introduced me to his
bride, and l made a profound bow, and
with face as white as her own congrat-
ulated her on her marriage, and express
ed the qualification felt at making her
acquaintance.
"She gave me such look, poor girl
knew then that she had never forgot
ten me. I passed on with the duchess
into the ballroom, and / felt rather
than saw that Nora turned to look after
us.
"'Is she not beautiful p my com
panion asked with levity. 'Ah, I was
right. I could see you were desperately
epris with her. What is it you English
call it? Love at first sight? Take my
| advice, mon ami, and do not see too
much of your lovely aunt
'' shall follow your advice, said {;
| mean to see as little of her as pos 81
ble.'
Something in my voice made my
companion glance up; and then, with
true tact and good breeding, she has
tened to change the subject. She was
kind hearted little woman, in spite of
her trifling language. know that never
again to me or any living being did she
rccur TO what she had noticed that even
ing and that she had noticed more
than she chose to say I felt certain.
81 never saw Nora again so as to
speak to her during my uncle's lifetime.
L exchanged at once into a regiment
under orders for Canada. There I re-
NAMED three years, until the death of
Sir Rupert recalled me to England.
Nora had no children, so I was now Sir
George Wyyille 'She might as well
have waited for me, L thought bitterly.
| met her once at our solicitors, on
business, just after my return home,
and that was the last time I ever saw
her in the world. She lived entirely In
London, doing an immense deal of
good. believe, among the Irish poor.
"But her career of usefulness was
short one. She only survived Sir Ri
pert four years. To me she died the
hour when she became his wife. She
wrote to me once after she was q widow,
telling me all the circumstances of her
marriaRe-how that Sir Rupert had
| rescued her from a life OF beggary in
| the streets, and sent her to school for
four years, and that she had felt herself
bound in honor and gratitude to marry
him.
"She concluded her letter by ex-
pressing a hope that we might still be
friends. Friends I had no more
| friendship TO offer her than I had love
to offer any other woman and my IN
cle's widow was sacred in my eyes.
" never saw Nora again.
I" I believe the world talked q good
deal about my strange conduct toward
my aunt, and pronounced it to be very
bad taste, now that I had come into
the title and estates. Only the Ouch
esse de, fancy, gave me credit for
having some good reason for thus avoid
ing Lady Wyville.
There, George, you know the story
of my life-why I have remained
bachelor all my days. am not aware
that there is any particular moral to
be deduced from my tale, unless it is
only to fall in love in your own rank
Of life, a piece of advice that was very
frequently given to me when I was
young. 1 hope you will profit by it
better than l have DONE"