The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-09-24
TANNING A BEAUTY.

spOlleu butterfly or our society. Sne
hates contradiction and, indeed, 1
know of no one who ever dared attempt
it. If you wish to see the blood mount
to her cheek, why just try it. Shall 1
introduce your"
GAS you please"
"There is but one way to win her re-
gard, and that is by asserting to every
thing she says. Pardon the hint, my
dear fellow"
Certainly, Will but there is bet
ter way to conquer this beauty than
that"
Miss Mowbray was standing by the
piano, a pretty little frOwn distOrting
her face. She was petulantly tearing a
rosebud to pieces aud strewing the
petals on the floor. Evidently she had
been sighted some rash cavalier had
doubtless ventured to differ with her
and had been Immediately snubbed.
Miss Mowbray was so absorbed in her
present occupation that she did not
notice the two gentlemen who were
bowling before her, so much SO that she
did not look up until spoken to for the
second time.
Miss Mowbray, allow me to present
my friend, Mr.. Willis"
She slightly nodded in response to
the courteous sRlutation of the cool,
self-possessed gentleman who stood be-
fore her.
"Quite a crush, Mr.. Willis"
Well, hardly think so. was I'M
der the impression that the room was
nicely filed"
d" Indeedl She met the calm gaze
Of the keen black eyes, and bit her lips
in vexation.
"The room is uncomfortably warm
do you not think so ?"
4 must confess l cannot agree with
you, Miss MOwbray. 1 thought that
the temperature was very agreeable"
lyon contradictory icicle 20 thought
the lady. & shall not like you"
The gentleman nonchalantly twirled
his mustache, and contemplated his
foot,
81 understand you have Just returned
from European tour. OF course you
found travelling delightful ?"
son the contrary, Miss Mowbray,
thought it a PEI feet bore"
Tndesd And what do you think
of Rome ?"
MISERY and elegance, dirty streets,
and swarms of dirtier beggars."
"Ah How did you like PARISH"
MonOtonOus architecture, pronounce
Americans, coquettes, and many-hued
politicians. Its principal streets are
nothing to compare with our Broadway
on a fine afternoon"
The band struck up Strauss waltz.
The lady frightened.
OF course you waltz, Miss Now
bray ?"
"No."
"Thank you" And the next NO
ment they we're gliding about the room.
81 think will sit here, Mr., Willis"
said Miss Mowbray, in a becomingly
flushed condition, going toward bay
window.
Pardon me, but I do not think it
would be prudent. There may be
draught there"
She was about to decline the prof
fered seat, but a look from the black
eyes decided the question.
I" There you have torn the lace from
your FAM"
cit was an accident, I assure you,"
with a pouting lip. But the black eyes,
looking quizzically down, thought diff
ferently.
"Your friend is quite an enigma, Mr..
| Nelson" said Miss Mowbray, as she
stood in the vestibule waiting for her
carriage "I cannot make him out, and
am sure I shall never like him."
TIE object of these remarks ap-
preached to bid the lady goodnight.
"May have the pleasure of calling
upon You, Miss Mowbray ?"
| A refusal was upon her tongue, but
as there was no reason for refusing the
! request she family assented.
"What success, Willis Any sharp
! encounters ?"
every easy to manage, Nelson.
! There is nothing like being decided
with such woman. You fellows don't
! know how to do it. 1 detest this as
senting and agreeing to everything,
whe her You believe it or not. There
is no sincerity or independence about
| it. 1t is fashionable and polite to do
so, I know; but I look upon it as
| false rule. To tell the truth, 1 have
taken a fancy to the young lady, aud
mean to win her after my own fashion. ="
" 4 la Benedick and Beatrice, sup
pose ?"
" Possibly"
Miss Mowbray writes to friend:
Z" met a Mr.. Willis at Mrs. Austin's
last reception, and a more exasperating
compound of contradiction and self pos
! session L nevr saw. He would not agree
with me upon a single point, though he
| is a gentleman with it all. He asked
! permission to call, and is here quite
often. The other day he sent me a
] bouquet of purple columbine, lady's
/ slipper, and mistletoe. In what spirit
l know not. In return I sent him a
nOsegay of love-in-a-mist, narcissus,
aud mountain pink. am sure I shall
never like him. I never could bear
s,lf-opinionated men; there is too much
independence about them"
Mr.. Willis became frequent visitor
at Miss Mowbray's, so much so that
people began to look upon him as her
suitor. He escorted her to parties and
receptions, and seemed quite devoted6 an
/ his cool, easy way. As for the young
lady she was gradually getting over her
/ old habit of contradiction, and evident
/ " beginning to like that - exasperating
compound of contradiction and self
possession"
The spirit Of opposition was a novelty
/ to her, and, woman-like, she rather
| liked it. This handsome, strong -willed
/ gentleman had an influence over her
| which was only possible to a person
| possessing strong magnetic power. He
/ was just the man to manage a spoiled
! self-willed beauty, and she knew it.
! But with q spirit worthy of a better
] CAUSE sue udaG u nGbSGAuAuG0 SNt4I0
! against all opposition, preliminary to
the final surrender, and this is how it
resulted.
One morning Miss Mowbray was sit
ting in her boudoir, when Mr.. Willis
card was handed to her with the request
that she should see him. At first the
| idea occurred to her "not to be at
home" but remembering that it was
/ his intention to leave soon for another
/ part of the world, she slipped on her
favoiite dress and descended to meet
| him.
"Ah, good-morning, Mr.. Willis.
! Did you find it disagreeable walking P"
| A pretty blush appeared upon her
cheek, which quickly died at his an
swer.