The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1876-04-06
For the Cu1zEs.I
For the CrIzES.l
Daisy Nercsr's Triumph.
BIZ MIlIosA.

projections in it. but is it not good for
one OF her age?l
One pleasant night in August
Daisy Mercer was slowly prone
nading the beach at Newport.
Her lovely golden hair was wound
into a simple coil and confined by
an exquisite shell comb at the back
of her perfectly shaped little head.
This simple style was very beeom-
ing to her, she was so gentle and
innocent. Her beautiful, dark,
brown eyes were filed with unshed
tears; and her delicate oval face
looked very sad in the moonlight.
Her figure was small and every
movement was of perfect grace.
She was beautiful in a very fragile
way; already the hectic flush, that
told too plainly of consumption,
burned on her cheeks. The sweet
young life was fast waning. The
moon glanced down upon her with
compassion, for she was the bride
of month and already a neglected
wife.
Fred Mercer, the handsome young
millionaire, soon learned to neglect
his wife, because she did not dress
elegantly like he wished her to.
Flowers and pearls were the only
ornaments she ever wore. His bri
dial present had been a full set of
diamonds, which she had never
worn, because she had always de
tested diamonds and thought that
she was too young (being only six
teen to wear them.
Immediately after the marriage
Fred took his bride to Newport,
where, although there had been a
series of grand balls, she had only
attended two. To the first she
wore blue silk and pearls; to the
second white swiss with no orna-
1nents except white rosebuds and
green leaves. The latter toilet so
enraged her husband that he for
babe her attending any more. When
in company he treated her with
courtesy, but day after day he went
on pleasant excursions with the gay
bellies and beaux, and never asked
her to join him. 1t greatly wounded
the heart of the gentle young wife
to be treated so coldly. She was
tn only daughter of loving parents
and had always been catessed and
worshipped by them and two fond,
doting brothers, who thought there
was no human being who could in
any way be compared to SISTER"
No wonder then that the sweet
young life was already on the Dor
der of spirit-land. Yes. she was
dying day by day and the cause was
unrequited love.
Daisy spent most of the time in
her own room. Fred's sister, Mrs.
Walton, would often join her, and
would ride or walk with her when
ever she would consent to go out,
which she seldom did. She could
not bear to be seen often, and never
with Fred. She remained most OF
the time in her own room. She
would practice her music, read or
embroider to while away the hours,
which were very long and tedious
to her.
Antoinette Walton was a stately
brunette, tall and handsome. She
resembled Fred very much, being
proud and hauty like him. She
loved Daisy dearly, and often scold-
ed Fred for treating her so coldly,
but Daisy herself never complained.
The night on which our story
"Opens witnesses the grandest ball
of the season. While Fred is with
the gay throng Daisy is on the
beach alone.
ooh, Fred, my own love, you dc
not know how you have wounded
this loving heart" she moaned.
"Daisym She ceased her restless
walk and turned, hoping to see her
husband; but no, it was his sister,
Antoinette Walton, in elegant silk
and diamonds.
ooh, Antoinette, how can I live
the few remaining days of my life
without Fred's love?'
81 have come to tell you how to
regain Fred's love, my precious lit
tie sister. Will you do as I tell
Iyou?"
IF I eau"
"Well. come with me to your
room and viii tell you what you
must do"
On the way to the house Antoi-
nette told Daisy that she must 90
with her to the ball room. Daisy
remon strated, but to no effect. An
toinette was determined to have
her own way. When they reached
! Daisy's room Antoinette went to
work very diligently, and soon had
the pleasure of seeing Daisy look
very lovely in a dress of finest
point lace, with a set of magnificent
diamonds.
"Daisy darling, you are so beau
tiful. The new belle, Miss St. Clair
cannot compare with you to night.
Thank you. Where is Mr.. Wal
tonY'
"In my room waiting for US, SC
let US hurry. Daisy, please smile
and you will be gloriously beauti
full" Dai>y's lips parted IN a SAD