Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-05-08

are you not going2 | think perhar
if you would tip the light fantastic to,
you would bring some color to tbs
pallid cheek"
MY rouge bottle will do that with
out the exhaustion oftipping," she sci
coldly.
He did not appear to notice he
freezing tone. and said pleasantly
Come, and help me select these flow
ers, please, l find I am incompetent t.
the delicate task. You would no
combine pink moss buds and scarle
blossoms, Ell? all right then, give me
sample of your TASTE"
Il am not renowned for my taste,
can assure you, but l fatter myself
can make this appear less gaudy," she
answered.
Suppose We twine some Of those
scarlet creepcrs, around these creamy
tuberoses, and then surround the
whole with this feathery moss. Do
you like it?" she said coquettishly.
Immensely" he answered with a
smile, L congratulate you on your
success" -
They were interrupted by the en-
trance of Ruth, who came in, a charm
ing vision of white attired for the ball.
Have you flushed it, Uncle Hor-
ace?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, "at least Willis
has. had to call in her assistance. I"
His eyes wandered admirrngly over
the form and features of his beautiful
neice. She was certainly bewitching
in her light, airy costume. She wore
white dress Of sheer muslin EN- mbroider-
ed in silver with lilies of the valley,
and an exquisite wreath of valley lilies
nestled among the golden curls. Bright
azure sapphires dropped from the
pearly ears, and cleaned from the
priceless lace on her bosom.
"Ycu are radiant, darling" Willis
said as she stopped, and kissed the
sweet lips, "and my winsome little sis
ter will be the belle of the ball"
AS they stood together, Horace Hays
drew a comparison between them. One
was bird of sunlight and song, with
glistening plumage. The other a
stormy petrol, colorless as midnight.
Am l incog,ito ?" asked Ruth STEP
ping back, and drawing her delicate
lace mask over her face.
mo, 1 would recognize you in
Egypt" said her uncle.
''He is fibbing, is he not, Willis?"
she asked obviously.
Ask him" was the brief reply.
well, how could you recognize me,
Uncle Horace? ?"
"Why, by this sunny coronet of hair,
to be sure" he said, twining one bright |
tress around uis finger.
Nonsense, as if there will not be a
dozen girls there with blonde hair like
my own, she said.
mo. not like your own, pet, it is
}" he answered with pride.
Hush flatterer she said, laying her
iimpled hand on his lips. There is
the bell, | must Co. This is lovely
bouquet, dear, and | thank you very
much" Kissing them each good
night, she left the conservatory.
Willis turned to her companion, and
said hurriedly. "oh, sir. do you sup
pose she is happy, living the life of
painted butterfly, sailing from one sun
lit summit to another, and never de-
scending to the valleys toexplore their
lark, hidden beauties, going on day
after day in an artificial sphere, never
Dausing to penetrate the heart of Il
thought, or to consider the fearful
hereafter, skimming over the surface
If existence, and fearing to dive into
the knowledge of its important reali-
les? Oh, tell me, do you think she is
II cannot answer the question. She !
s seemingly without care, but can
lot read the heart know this, she
s not as happy as she might be if she
possessed the glad hope of at last OBJ
aiming Heaven" he answered mourn
ully.
"She is to reach there by hopes, eh?
should as soon think she would gain I
{ by climbing to the summit of Ossa. !
Iou know the giants of old amused
themselves by piling mountains op top
( one another so as to mount into q
Ieaven. Now | should think that the /
asiest way of reaching that land of
eliverance would be to commence the q
,urney early enough in life to make a
be trip. You toll over vexations !
,hy not as we'll over mountain pass
81" she asked sneeringly.
"Your scofing, Willis is unworthy c
you. If Ruth accepts your creed of j
he future she has nothing to dread. e
lhliyion is soothing monitor, IoHly !
-ish, Willis, you were as happy as
Iuth. Better to live her frivolous I
fe than to dig out the precious truths, t
nd then sneer at their teachings. +
letter. far better" e