Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1875-05-01


loves, no-no." She again sank int
quiet, and Horace Hays, breathles
with amazement leaned heavily upo
bronze statue at her head. Coul
she love him? Oh impossible ha'
she not always treated him with singu
lar Indifference ? often by her chill
ing words and perverseness wounde,
his generous nature but what did thi
mean? Verify she could not masl
her heart in her dreams. There ar,
some honest hours in life even for tn,
most calious. In sleep we cannot dis
semble. Our hearts weary of the dis
NAL confines of perfdy, in dreams
come loyalty out upon the bright plains
of reality. We may deceive and hum
bug under the suns fierce glare, but
with nights soft shade and Morpheus
dreamy reign our hearts are alway:
pure and harmless, as the Divine Ma
ker created them.
Yes, she had murmured his name in
her slumber, and his heart leaped
wildly for joy as the truth came upon
him. To think that he had inspired a
tender passion within this proud wo-
mans heart gave him exquisite pleas
ure. To cause the first glimmer Of
love to fit across the portals of her
heart fattered his majesty. He Sc
cretly congratulated himself, l trow'
upon the signal victory. As he stood
musing over his discovery, she again
commenced her murmurings, and he
quickly awakened her, feeling that he
had no right to thus become acquaint-
ed with he hearts secrets. She awoke
frightened, and fastened her brilliant,
dark eyes on Horace Hays as if to ask
why are you here?" He said sooth-
ingly ''as you were unwell, Willis, /
came ITO give you something to re-
lieve that troublesome head"
THANK you, | am better now," she
answered indifferently.
Let me be the judge of that, will
you," he replied authoritatively.
when you assume the guardianship
of nv constitution. actions and heart /
will. Until that time l prefer to gov
ern my individual affairs with your
permission" She spoke with sneer-
ing emphasis.
A moment before she had uttered
his name in her sleep with trembling
tenderness, now she bantered his name
in his presence with keen satire. Sure
ly the heart of woman is a many keyed
flute, p breathing kaleidoscope.
when you are unwell and can re
lieve you, l shall do so without your
permission, for l see the prince oi
pride is crushing out of your heart all
the nobler impulses"
"You are honest to tell me so. All
understand your meaning now, she
said with a derisive laugh, you mean
to say that my incredulity of your
standard work of fiction units me fol
the entertaining of any quality save
degrading ones, that my heart is mar.
rowed down to the acknowledgment Of
pride as its prince. You are wonder
full man, DR.. Hays, l congratulate you
on your extraordinary power ofreadine
the living. Verify you are no tyro a
guessing" She stopped, and recover
ed crushed japonica that had fallen
from her hair.
He stood looking at her with
grieved expression on his noble face
She noted his detected attitude anC
said quickly, now do not look at mt
as though you wished | was at the fee
of Baal worshipping with the Chalde
ans, and Syrians, and again do no
gaze on me pityingly. l would rather
be stretched across the Rance on no
gridiron than to be pitied. 1t wither
all my determinations, it scorches IN!
good resolves, and singes my eye
brows." D."
Il would rather wish you a devou
disciple of Christ, he answered gent
ly.
well, tell me this, DIR. Hays, doe
your blessed religion smooth the rug
ged path of life, strip existence of it
perils and its pain? In other word
are you one whit happier than l,
professed infdel 2"
THAT is the design and mission o
christianity, Willis, to comfort, to sus
tain and to brighten. Yes, | am Ger
tain that | am happier than you. Go
deliver me from quaffing the elixir 9
life from your perishable goblet G
skepticism |" he said with feeling.
God took alike your mother an
mine, thereby leaving in your heart
sorrow that can never be obliterateC
You are a christian, why did he nc
spare you?" she asked eagerly.
Death is something that none of L
can escape. We must all without an
exception some day die. My mothe
lived to ripe old age, and when tn
seed of death, sown in the beginning
matured, she was gathered hom
yielding a rich harvest by her trus
her love and her holy works. Ht
death was the refining fire throug
(which my soul and heart passed.
cleansed the dross, and left me. l hop
better man. Religion certainly dot
not make our lives one long, brigl
summer dream, nor would l wish
| ask no cloudless, sunny sky, no cali
breeze -dimpled sea, no perfumt
zephyr to watt my bark oflife overtl
main to eternity. No, the murmuriI
waves and scented breeze would VI
me to inertness. The radiant 81
would charm me from the realm
j duty. have rigged my vessel secur
" with faith, and [ am strong to be
the most overwhelming storm. 'G'
loveth whom he chasteneth, so sa