Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-07-24

was clothed in suit of pale green linen
and he looked charmingly fascinating
as he leaned back in the rocking skiff
His dark eyes held in their shadows a
gleam of merriment and it lent to the
features winsome glow. He was an
exquisite picture of a society man, with
his indolent grace and easy adaptation.
He was now silent, with his eyes fast
ened on the fair form of his vis-a-vis,
She was truly beautiful, with the sun
light kissing her hair to gold, and ex-
ertion giving to the cheeks richer
glow. She had guided her little boat
to the edge Of the water and was row.
ing Silly and coolly in the shade of
the juniper and water willow. The
boat reeled and swayed in the water
dreamily. Theshades of evening were
creeping athwart natures beautiful
bosom, and the bright, departing
shadows gave wild, wanton glory to
the landscape. The swallows whirled
swiftly by. to dip their wings in the
Volga and left chanting softly and
sweetly to themselves.
Twas evening, and the half descended
sun
Tipped with a golden nre the many
domes
OF Moscow, and a yellow atmosphere
Lay rich and dusky on the shaded river"
Hagar was at home ON the blue,
bounding bosom of nature. She was
truly the offspring Of dear old earth for
all the Wild love of her nature she
gave to its whispering winds. its tinted
evening pictures and balmy moon
lighted nights Confined to the dusty
alleys of a city, she would have pinned
and wasted as some bright songster
Gagged and barred. Every throb of
nature found a response in her i'm
pulsive heart. She laughed in the
sunshine, and found grandeur in the
tempest. Nowas she rocked among
the ferns aud flags, sunny shadows
kissed her long, bright hair, and burn
ished the nut brown into bronze. She
was a free, careless child of nature,
and her beauty wed with her foster
mothers,
They have reached the cherry orch
ard and left their little boat amongthe
rushes of the river. They gathered
the luscious fruit, and are seated on
the warm, dry June grass enjoying it.
Ludolph lay with his arms buried in
the fragrant ferns and silence had
fallen upon them like benediction.
In moment her sweet yonBg voice
rose and caroled among the fruit
ladened boughs above. 1t was wild.
improvised melody, ftful and grand.
Her rich voice would first rise in an
exultant strain, and then sink to low,
wailing warble. It was aB appealing
refrain, touching the heart strings and
ahadowiDg the soul. No tame sonnet
she had ever touched her guitar to
could equal in its plaintiveness this
gushing chance melody. Ludolnh was
spell bound. He had sat In gilded
salons aud listened to the songs of
petted darlings, but none reached his
heart as this fanciful melody from
natures child.
Come, Qolphie, We must 60" she
said, springing up and bounding down
to the river.
He followed slowly. and said laugh
ingly, "you take one by surprise so,
Hagar. It would take some fellow
with magic wings to keep up with your
movements" He spoke with an air of
annoyance, but the eyes smiled lovingly
down into the bright, uplifted face.
They are again in the boat, gliding
slowly and TRANQUILITY up the river. The
moon is just peeping above the crested
east and mirrors all objects from the
lofty juniper down to the dainty ferns
in its rich silvered light, The night
ingale is trillins his sweet evening song
in the deep shadows of the maple, and
the distant night-bird has just begun
his lonely lay. All nature is in unison;
so are the hearts in the little drifting
boat. Ludolph Lee has at last found
woman guileless in heart and with
motives like the MISUNDERSTANDING
in her very innocence of vice and
stranger to wantonness, she was one
among the few whom treachery had
never tainted and willy deceit had not
corrupted. Her aFtless heart still held
Innocence as its umpire aud simplicity
as its guide. So we will leave them to
Luna's caresses and to the night-biFd.
Leave them with Lpdolph gazing with
impassioped rapture into the exquis-
itely frlnged hazel eyes of his beauti-
full vis-a-vis. "Ah! bright years of
hope and life are on the wing.
'Tis midnight DER sleeping world.
The cool, humid wind floats in through
an open easement and tendeFly touches
the brow Of vigilant student-a brow
high and pale as seulptured marble
| Chat certain sign of intellect). He
was bending above his books with de-
vouring intentness and the brilliant
eyes never wandered from the opened
page. The lamp had burned low and
now only faint, sickly light cleaned
over his book, but the student, oblivi-
Gus of time, gave no heed to the wan
ing moments. His thoughts were all
centered on one grand aim, knowledge,
knowledge; or in other words, the
purpose OF his life was towield power,