The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-05-20

age, entered.
CT beg YOUR pardon, SIR faltered
Lillian, all in a futter, but I wished
to see Mr. Glencross.'
am MIR. Glencross.
You y Lily rose up and sat down
again, colOriny vivid scarlet. This,
then, was their "far-off" cousin, and
how widely different from their dreams
and fancies |
Apparently the gentleman saw and
pitied her painful confusion, for he said,
politely: &c May ask in what manner
1 can be useful to you ?''
fI am Lillian Wayland," she an
swered, in a tone that was scarcely
audible.
Wayland %
A shadow, faint, yet distinctly percep-
tible. overspread his face at that word,
and Lillian saw it with a failing heart.
She forgot the labored speech of pallia-
ton and excuse that she had prepared.
She forgot that he was no silver-haired
patriarch, but handsome young man,
surrounded with all the adjuncts of
only poor Charley and her own sicken-
ing idea of debt, disgrace, and ruin /;
and sinking on her knees at his feet,
she sobbed ont her pitiful story.
" He Is so young" she walled, {" so
| young, surely you will not refuse to give
| him another chance for name and fame
I will work and toll for you until the
hundred pounds are paid. Will be a
| servant, a seamtress-what you please,
only promise me that you viii not visit
him with the penalties of the law %
Her voice died into quiver1ng silence,
but her eyes still appealed.
- Rise, Miss Wayland," said the
| young mfn, after q moments grave con-
! sideration. "I promise that the offense
| of your brothers shall be overlooked,
| for the sake of the excellent sister who
has pleaded so eIoquently for him? ?"
"And what can do? What must
! [ do? For il I cannot repay the money
in some shape or other, shall die of
shame and notification
"I will take the matter into cOnsidera-
tion," said Mr.. Glencross, gravely, yet
not without a certain CLEAN of amuse-
| ment in the corners of his mouth at the
idea of that pretty, slender creature rem
dering up to him the equivalent of the
| hundred pounds. "And now, Cousin
Lilian-for believe we may claim re-
latiOnship, although 1t is somewhat
distant-I shall insist upon you as my
guest for while. Let me ring and send
for my motherp
Mrs. Glencross, a stately old lady in
black silk Valenciennes lace, welcomed
Lillian Wayland with a smiling hOspi-
tRlity which belonged to the ancient
regime; and almost befC re she knew it,
the girl found herself chatting Innocent
ly away to her hostess, as if she had
lived all her life in the sunshine of that
pleasant smile; while Paul Glencross
busted among some papers at a table
beyond, watched the sweet changing
cOuntenance with a new interest.
81 never saw such a lovely face in my
life," he thought. ''The profile is as
purely Grecian as the face of Hero OIL
my mothers cameo, and the eyes are as
full of shifting lights as a diamond,
Upon my word, this little new cousin if
an acquisition"
When Lillian wrote her happy letter
home that night, Mr.. GlencrOss added
q pleasant postscript, and Charley Way
land knew that his season of peril was
over.
Lillian had been nearly month the
guest of the stately old lady in blacE
silk and Valenciennes lace, when one
day Paul, coming suddenly into the
purple twilight of the drawing room
found her sitting all alone, with tear
drops glittering on her pearly cheek.
''Why, Lillian, what is the matter?"
Nothing, Paul"-they had grown t,
be good friends by this time-''only
} have been dreaming very pleasantly
and the time of waking has come a
last"
''You mysterious little sphinx, wha
, on earth do you meanY
She colored and cast down her eyes
"Three hundred pounds, Paul-they
f are yet to be paid. No-don't interrup
{ me. I cannot consent to indulge you
J generous impulses. I must pay you
2 and there is no other way for me thai
to seek a situation as gOverness. So
Paul, I have written an advertisement
I and if you will be so kind as to send
1 to the Office of one of the daily pa
pers"-
1 Give it to me !" he interrupted.
9 She placed it cOnfidingly III his hands
3 he tore it deliberately in pieces.
Paul p she cried in amazement.
= Gillian, this is all nonsense. If yo'
I want to pay me, you can"
l but, Paul, you know that 1 hav
4 nothing in the world =
You have yourseIf-to me the mos
q precious gift the aforesaid world cor
Y tains."
q 81 don't understand you"
r "Must 1 speak palmer? Well, theI
f Lillian, give me yourself. I love yoU
darling, and would fain make you m
- wife. Are you content to pay me /
+ this cOin?'
4 ooh, PaulP she faltered. ''I neve
+ dreamed of so much happiness"
e And so Lillian Wayland's indebted
4 mass was SettIed most 6atisfaetOrily