American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1876-12-23

here at that time-you see, it's an old
craft with mel lived in the western
part of the state at Croftford."
Croftford!" echoed Mr.. Royburne,
STOPPING to pick up the bow he had let
fall.
eyes. You have been theree It's
thought pretty place of its size. The
house kept looked out on the Mall,
where young folks went walking arm
in arm in the long summer evenings,
and sometimes the band played-such
tunes! They don't seem like the same
thing nowadays. Oh, don't you feel
well tonight, Mr.. Royburne?" she ask
ed, picking up a stitch in her knitting.
GAS usual, thank you, Mrs. Dunn. 4"
"Things come on so suddenly at
times" she apologized. 81 thought
you must be going to have an i'll turn
just now. You looked quite CHASTITY,
upon my word. Are you quite sure that
you feel all rightp"
"It was nothing, believe me-noth-
ing more than a twinge of rheumatism,
that one must expect at my age"
sob! where was L? You gave me
such start, 1 assure you"
g The young people were walking
arm in arm on the Mall, and the band
was playing, :" giving her the cue.
:" Oh yes, thanks. I'd been in bust
ness about a year when he came across
my path. 1 dare say it's silly for me,
with my gray hairs and crow's-feet, but
sometimes of q spring morning, when
1 open my window and the fresh fra
GRANGE steals upon me, find myself
my years and expecting him,
just as used to; and when come to
my senses presently, all the day seems
vacant and dark, and go about with
weights at my heels, and the spring
sun is behind cloud. l dent suppose
you can understand my nonsense"
"You don't know me-" said her
turning his back upon her to
snuff the candles.
"He wasn't one of my boarders,
you know" she continued, "but he
was intimate with some of them, and
as familiar in the house as need be,
coming to dine and lunch when it
pleased him, till he knew the lay of the
land as well as if it belonged to him.
That was long before 1 knew that he
cared or thought of me, for though my
glass told me 1 wasn't ill-looking-it
has given over telling fiattering tales
I'd never thought much
about love and that sort of thing, being
! practical body, and too busy to med
lie with things wasn't called on to
worry about. He got in the way, when
MS friends were out, of knocking at
.he door of my private parlor, and
cropping in till they came home, as a
matter of convenience, naturally sup
posed. because public parlors are drea-
y places to wait in at the best, and he
vas one of those men, I'd noticed, who
owe luxury and prettiness desperately.
But one night when the moon was up,
md the band was playing out on the
Nall The girl l left behind me- and 1
vas leaning out the window, after cast
ng up my accounts for the day and
irving orders for breakfast, watching
he love-sick people strolling about by
;wos and stopping to kiss each other in
he shadow of the elms-somebody
ossed handful of cinnamon roses up
It my window. OF all the roses that
June blows that little old-fash-
oned cinnamon rose is the most
fragrant to me; and it was he,
Ealing to me to come down and walk
Ind l went down, too readily perhaps,
md we walked through half q dozen
a1nes-such tunes as seemed like the
music of the spheres with variations.
sometimes when I've been passing
7our room, Mr.. Royburne, you've
lrawn out a strain or two of those very
Iirs on your violin, and it has seemed
IS il smelled rose leaves, and I've had
o sit down on the stairs to recover my
elf. However, when I reached home
hat night and locked up I'd found out
omething hadn't known when went
,ut-I had found out that loved Jules
Adderley, whether he loved me or not.
t was an embarrassing piece of news
o me; it was both pain and pleasure
twisted together. It made
ne start at every step and get nervous
It every knock, and began to look in
he glass with more attention, and wor-
y about my face. and grow absent
minded about the bills and the house.
,eeping, till one night met him on
he stairs; he was going up and 1 was
oming down. and we didn't do either,
dear, what an old fool I am!
can't think of that time without
ears-and the band outside in
he moonlight playing My love is like
he red. red rose.' And yet he couldn't
eally have loved me, you know"
I" don't know any thing of the kind"
'roke in Mr.. Royburne, almost angrily
I'm sure that he loved you.',
81 like to think so," she said, smil-
ng to herself and looking into the fire;
but you haven't heard all. We
going to be married for a year
II so, because he was only cashier in a |
'ank at Croftford, the Pactolus Bank
hate the very sound of it; the words
'urn my tongue-and his salary wasn't |
zig enough to please him; and then
vas in no hurry. wanted to make
money myself, and life had grown SO
'weet, l was almost afraid of my good