Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-06-05

i ~ WILLIS WATEkSs
| BY HILDA.
| CHAPTER XVII.
"oh bear meup against the unutterabie
| of earthly love. my God In the sick hour
! or dying human hope. forsake me not"
"DR. HAYS:
Minice is quite unwell this evening.
T wish YOU to call around as soon as
possible. In haste, your friend,
LYDIA B. WALKER
He had just arrived in the city. and
settled himself in his cosy Office for a
brief respite. Man-like. he had sought
sofa and slippers, and lay with his eyes
closed wearily as though exhausted.
He glanced hastily over the note, and
an expression Of eiscontent fitted over
his open countenance. The white
brow was drawn down till it over
shadowed the sunny blue eyes, and the
whole countenance was one glare of
annoyance. For three weeks he had
been absentfrom the city nursing Ruth,
and now the first evening of his arrival
this dainty note was handed him. He
had wished to discontinue his visits to
Minice Walker after the tragic death
of the young Colonel but she was i'll
and he was called to her side profess
ionally. He went daily before he was
called to attend Ruth, and he truly
pitied the bowed young creature upon
whom remorse of conscience was prey
ing numerically. She seemed SO help
less, so stricken, so penitent, that she
won his sympathy and coincidence.
Her contrition melted his meditated
rebuke, her remorse silenced his CEN
sure. Had she been defiant and nom
chalant in regard to the affair, his
withering scorn he would not have
spared, but to see her in this listless.
languid state of sorrow gave him
faint hint that she still possessed
heart. Aye, woman may trife with
worshipping men, and sell their souls
for one sweet hour of fattery, but when
the test comes to tell them you may
60, never loved you" there comes
into her callous, tickle heart SYM
pathy, born in woman's heart, and
abiding there until its home is silenced
in eternity's slumber. She may bow
scores to her doomed shrine by her
fatal gift of fascination, and revel in
their devotion for months, nay years
but when the crisis is reached comes
the sting of repentance. She would
fain keep them bowed there. Her
position as priestess of the sanctuary
fatters her vanity. Their alteration is
balm for all earth's ills. To be the
expectancy of her coterie is the height
of the widest dream. All, all is en-
inently pleasing until the time of de-
cision comes on, when she is to select
one, and Danish the others, all despair,
forever from the precincts of her
charmed society. To turn aside from
man who has given her the devotion
of noble, earnest heart, bows her
own, however hardened to humiliation.
1t is not thus, l trow, with our male
flirts, who are happily minus this hint
of conscience. Coquetry is somewhat
excusable in merry. sparkling maid
in her teens. Wanton smiles rather
become fresh, sweet face; but to see
six foot" specimen of humanity at
tempting to coquet and jilt, earnest
ly affirm, 'it is disgusting" Some
make glorious effort, and all make
disgraceful failure. We do not won
der, though. We should imagine 1t
impossible for false, winning smile
to penetrate the barrier of copious
moustache. The girls should thank
the fate who invented that appendage.
1t covers the falseness of smiling lips
and saves them many, innumerable
heart aches. A male hirt Bah,
man ambling through life, and lisping
pretty nothings to sensible women,
basing his hopes of eternity on his
affability in this life, and the number
of innocent, unsuspecting hearts he
has brought down by his exquisite
arrow Cupid shaped), living on the
image given back from his mirror of
his own, irresistible self, walking
through life mincingly, and doing all
he can to convince the world he is not
man" Vanity in man is unpardon-
able, and flirting is truly derogatOry.
They claim the superiority in every at
tribute of life. Aye, the self-assumed,
allwise seers amuse themselves ex-
trayagantly with the idea Of woman s
wisdom. The idea of their attaining
literary distinction is exceedingly ludi-
crous to these modern Solomons.
why certainly" they admit, they
ornament our homes, are essential to
our amusement as are our horses,
hounds and so forth but we are the
intellectual class. Inventions that
would take them thousand years to
conceive, and arrange, are put in ex-
ecution by our towering genius without
delay. The government of our nation,
if transmitted into their white hands,
would become vitiate1 and weakened.
Our land would be filled with desecra-
tions, our homes would be one scene
of discord, strife and confusion. Ac-
knowledged then, We learned Lords.
| We inferior, ornamental class of beings
will not discuss our intellectual ability,
but we humbly beg, oh! gracious Kings,
that if we and our vocations are so in
fnitely valueless, to desist from them
Seek solace in intricate inventions,
give YOUR time and attention to state
secrets and business allurements, and
by no means bring your proud strength
down to the level of flirting" Thai
belongs to us, you see, and you must