The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-07-15

ing strawberry ice aud follow our hero
awhile He was quite an elegant fel-
low. blessed with blonde mustache and
an admirable temper, but his name was
Peter Brown. One cannot have every
thing IN this world, so Peter ccm5Orted
himself by mental sympathy with
Romeo and felt as sweet as If he were
| called Caesar de Montmorenci. He was
fastidiously delicate in his tastes, and
woman with cold In her head was a
horror to him, so, when he found him
self regarding with interest the young
lady IN the cars who had such an evident
inf fiaenZa, he felt he had a new sensa-
tion, and it was wholly novel to have
her march off with his embroidered
cambria; but Peter was q youthful
sage, and believed profoundly In all
women being " "temples of pure marble.
lighted by lamps fed by holy oil, " and
thought no i'll of any. So he went his
way; on it he met a special friend of
his, Mrs Dairy, who was overjOyed at
this meeting, since she wanted him of
all things for some private theatrjcals
she was about to get up, in which Peter
would be altogether lovely" as she
graphically said. Who could resist
such a speech from such lovely lips.
Not Peter Brown and so it came about
that in a month after the handkerchief
episode the drawing rooms of Mrs.
Dairy were brilliantly lighted, and half
the world stood on tip-toe to see the
other half move on fantastic ones upon
the mimic stage set OFF from tbe end of
the long room. The curtain rose to the
entrance of our friend Miss Godiva, got
up after the fashion of Louis XIV, and
beautiful to look upon. When IN the
L T,s.N t,,er h
" All have seen Monsieur before"
Godiva gave a very natural start, for
in the lover entering she sees neither
the stage, Marquis, nor the real Peter
Brown, but the young man whose hand
kerchief lies in her upper drawer, and
whose wrought initials, p. B. are a
frequent reproach to her. Godiva saw
quickly that her Marquis did not In the
least connect the patched and rOuged
lady before him with the catarrhal era,
and the play went on and off with grand
success; every body outdid himself.
Peter congratulated himself that he
had not fallen PROSTATE over his long
sword, or harpOoned anyone with his
spurs, and q 3diva herself that she had
escaped with her life from her three
inch heeled slippers (this was before
their introduction into society. After
the incense pouring was over, and Peter
had emptied his censer at the fair Mar
quise' sfeet, Mrs. Dairy presented Mr..
Peter Brown in due form to Miss
Godvia-why should I tell her other
name since the reader sees it must be
speedilY Y merged in Brown-dear neutral
tint Godiva and Peter were neigh
bors. and what says moral and immor-
tai Miss Maria EdgewOrth? @ PrOpin-
guilty is the origin of love-" When this
fact was aseeltained, bouquets with the
young gentleman began to arrive fre-
quently at Miss Godiva's door, and
suddenly Peter desired to learn
German, Godivia being proficient
therein. Why is it people in love
avoid their mother tongue so? Even
Bottom was translated when he fell in
love And so the golden winter passed,
on into the rose. colored summer and the
young people walked IN the garden as
lovers should. Godiva, half in Jest,
asked Peter if he could furnish German
enough to translate for her two lines of
Heine's verse of greeting "Weyan dlt
cine Rose SchaltSt sag Icb lass Sic
gT1teSSe19'' C''if you see rose say 1 send
my love to her'), Peters heart swelled
within him. He thought nothing was
ever prettier than the rose blushing be-
4OI6 ulLts anu Sal4 So II OlllF SIG
would bloom for him Would she %
So they entered Paradise and spoke
new language from that day, and they
found not the slightest difficulty in ex-
pressing themselves in it, as bad been
som etimes the case in German. A year
after all this behold Peter and Mrs
Brown, nee Godiva, at home there is
a charming little library opening from
their drawing-room, a wood fire enjoys
itself on the hearth and glows over
hyacinths which are opening in heavy
spikes of white and cream-colored
flowers below the fire Mr.. Peter smokes
his cigar and lazily tries to puff the
smoke through the fur of an unoffending
cat near him while he remarks to Mrs.
Brown that it's singular cats shouldn't
like cigar smoke; then relapses into
silence. ''Well ?" said Godivia. eyes,
dear, 1 was thinking just then by a
queer chain of thought first of this
cats sneezing then of colds in ones
head, then of funny little thing that
happened to me once in the cars when
was coming in town. Did 1 ever tell
you about the young woman who car
ried off my pOcket-hullo eh ?" as
Godiva blushed suddenly and nestled
in her chair. Go on, DEAR" said she
C c-lmnly. So Peter related the tale
twice told, concluding with, She was
really a very pretty young woman, too,
Puss. Perhaps I should have called on
her if I'd known where she lived, or if
had not gone to the Dairy theatricals,
met you, and tumbled into matrimony
in consequence. Who knows what
might have been ?"
The cigar rings assembled regularly,
and the smoker appeared to reflect on
past visions, but Mrs. Brown kept de.
mure silence. ''What in the world are
you thinking of now, my hearts de-
light 2" said Peter, half hoping his lady
wife was family stirred by jealousy.
Thinking of, Peter? Why, the moral
of your story" 'Moral What is it ?"
''Afe, Peter. Commend me to the dis
cernment of meni Did you never really
discover till this morning that your
shifting friend and your wife were one
and the same Yes. dear, I'm the
moral" So saying, Mrs. Brown rose,
and producing from her work table
small white packet which she unfolded
as she approached her wide-eyed hUs-
band, ''and here's the pocket handker-
chief" ''By Jove - quoth Peter Brown.