The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-03-04

ing face on lip and brow and cheek,
unless he meant more than was spoken.
Perhaps he felt that actions spoke
louder than words. He meant, it is
true, TO write TO her, he meant to go
and see her often, he meant a thou
sand things always, with which some
thing else was sure to interfere. Other
affairs absorbed him, slipped in to pre-
vent his designs, till the impression
Dawn had created retired into the back
ground, and when he found it con-
venient, at length, to seek her, she was
no longer to be found her employers
had moved away, and she had gone no
one knew whittier.
To do him Justice, he did, indeed
write to Mrs Nitre, thinking she must
know the address of people with whom
she hal been intimate enough to recon-
mend a goyerness' but that lady vouch-
safed no reply. 1t may be that this ac-
counted in a degree for Jacks final
capture by the host of the Belgravias
if he had given two women cause to ex-
pect something more than petty atten-
ton from him, let him, by all means,
make amends to one, since in the mind
of the other he must always remain
something of villain. II less worthy
motives weighed with him, he did not
know it, though there could hardly fail
to be much that was attractive to sus-
ceptible mind in the elegance and lux
ury of the Belgravias' surroundings
and youth is impatient we know, and
believes the happiness that letters viii
never overtake.it.
Well, Jack humored his grandfather
for the nonee, and went to sea the third
time. It was the KoIus still, and when
the wind sighed among her shrOuds it
seemed as if he heard Dawn's gentle
singing in fact, the ship was haunted
by her sweet presence, and he was glad
when the voyage ended, and he could
escape his upbraiding thoughts In the
whirl Of society and life at the Belgra-
Was, though he had come to love the
sea, and had found his vocation at last.
But he had arrived at the decision that
he was not dealing quite fairly with
Emilia herself, and he meant to be hon
est, and tell her that his heart had not
been his own to give, but if she could
overlook that slight omission on his
part, he should hope some day, with
her aid, to get the better of this dis
ability, and so give her the chance to
take or leave him, with all his imper-
fections on his head Who knows but
he secretly hoped she would leave him?
The day was warm and sweet with June
roses, as he rang the bell at Belgravia
Place.
Miss Emilia is in the garden, " said
the servant. He would call her; but
Mr.. Jack preferred to follow her there
perhaps the fragrance of the flowers
might sweeten what he had to say.
Just the way with counting folks"
thought the old servant, "they mostly
take to gardening and that sort of
trash" Down through the blooming
alleys Jack strcde, blossoms wasting at
every step, blue sky and sunshine SHIN
mering overhead in network of leaves,
the silver fretting of the fountain half
lost amidst the chirrup of birds calling
among the boughs, and gold-dusted
bees humming in the fower-cups, till
he reached the second terrace, where
Emilia's gown of white seeded muslin
betrayed her, reading a novel in the
summer house.
Half an hour later a pale woman
went aimlessly wandering down the
same garden path-a woman who idly
dipped her hands in the fountain, and
broke a spray of roses her to drop fur
ther on, as If they failed to give her
the consolation she craved-a woman
with sad, far-away look in her soft
eyes, with a weary manner, as if life
had lost its flavor, but must still be
lived ont faithfully all the same. On
she stepped, noiselessly brushing the
box with her sombre gown. with eyes
upon the ground, and her thoughts q
great way of, when, suddenly looking
up, she saw some one walking by Emil
| las side on the terrace beIow-some
one who paused presently and bent to
her cheek with lovers caress. What
was there familiar to the scene to the
silent spectator except the eternal same
ness in all love-making? Just so had
Jack Cheselden embraced herself, in
the bewildering dusk of the city depot,
only year ago Was this one way of
love? She did not not faint or cry out,
as heroine ought to have done; she
only stood still one bitter moment re-
garding them, accepting the situation,
trying to find excuses for him in her
own heart, then she turned away and
passed out of the garden as slowly as
she had entered.
As might be guessed, Emilia had
playfuuy chided Jack for his sins, re-
ceived his confession, and granted abso-
luton gracefully and Jack had
groaned in spirit, but had borne his
part in the grand tableau with tolerable
effect, as we have seen. It so happened
that the home in which Dawn had found
shelter was neighboring to the domain
of the Belgravias the gardens led into
each other in friendly wise, and each
household was at liberty to make itself
at home in either grounds; but Dawn
never walked in the Belgravias' garden
again after that morning yet as her
own, as well as the schoOl-room where
she taught the young Deuceacres to
''put girdle round the earth, /" looked
| out broadly upon the emboweTed paths,
she must often have seen the two walk
ing there in the tender dusk and star
light she must often have leaned out
from her window, longing to catch the
strains of Jacks flute or the sound of
his voice.
One night there was midsummer's
mask at the Belgravias', and the air
resounded with jocund mirth and music.
Peas-blossom and Moonshine huttered
among the shrubbery as much at home
as their namesakes; the grounds, illu-
| minated with colored lights, made a
fairy scene fit for whatever enchant-
ments. There was dancing in the house.
and Jack, as Oberon, left Titania trip
| ping on the fantastic toe in the arms of
| Suarveling, and walked forth by him
self, with eyes dim with elf-distrust
and dissatisfaction, but not needing
| whittier he went, involved in his own
thoughts, he left the gay groups be-
hind him, and only stayed his footsteps
when he was suddenly confronted by
a wan, wistful face that leaned from a
window of the Deuceacres' darkened
mansion, half concealed and half re-
vealed, like a spirit-face looking out of
a cloud. But Jack was not the man to
entertain ghostly fancies. If that was
Dawn's face growing and Frightening
above him, she herself must be there
too. In moment he forgot his part
and place, the time that had elapsed,
forgot that Cobweb was entangiing
Thistle in a Irritation just across the
! hedge, that Lysander and Helena were
iove-making under cover of the fouu-
tain's treble forgot everything but
Dawn and his love.
"Dawn Dawn ~ he cried, stretching
his arms toward her; have the heavens
fallen is it yen, yourself? Come
down, come down to nae, darling ~ he