The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1876-12-06
LOVE on THE WAVE.

tie reverend nOnlaS 0faVSOn, VI.
A.. sat at the open window of his room
at the Ocean House, Newport, with his
feet upon the sill, his chair tilted luxuri-
antly backward, and the blue smoke of
IL fragrant partaga curling about his head
and floating gently out upon the evening
air In full view from his window there
poured down the avenue before the hotel
throng of splendid equipages, turning
the beautiful street into a vast kaeid
oscope Of color and motion, the counter
part of which, it occurred to Gray:On,
could be found nowhere else in the world.
As he sat idly gazing at the brilliant
thropg and wondering if his boOt-soles
appeared to the best advantage from be-
low, his attention became riveted upon a
man on the opposite side of the street,
whose strange actions caused the Rever
end Mr.. Grayson to remove his cigar
from bis lips and his feet from the win
dow, and to bend forward in an attitude
of sudden interest. The individual in
question stood under a tree, around the
trunk of which he constantly peered,
as though eagerly watching for some
one, while DESTROYS at the same time
of escaping observation. He had evil
IDENTIFY timed his appearance with tOlera-
BILE certainty, for there soon came driving
slowly down the avenue an open ba-
rouche, driven by colored coachman in
livery, and drawn by too milk white
horses, which were no sooner deserted by
the gentleman under the tree than he
seemed to have been thrown into a state
Of the greatest possible excitement. He
stood upon one foot and then the other,
peeped around the trunk of tho tree,
then drew his head quickly back again,
took a step forward, as though about to
plunge recklessly into the roadway, and
then returned hastily to his former po-
strange things like a person suddenly
bereft of his senses, The carriage con-
tanned two elderly gentlemen and a young
girl-the latter, Grayson thought, one of
the most beautiful he had ever seen
little blue eyed blonde, with a dimple
in each cheek, and q mouth like wild
cherry. She looked q little pale and
anxious, and it was not difficult to see
that, while she listened or pretended to
listen to the conversation of the two old >
gentlemen, her bright eyes were search
ing among the trees on either side for I
something that she had not yet found.
her cheek flushed, her eyes /
became brighter than ever; her little 7
glo1ed hand was pressed for a moment /
20 her lips, and then held over the side of +
the carriage. GraysOn turned to the /
young man beneath the tree. He stood /
leaning against the tree with his hand |
on his heart. and gazing mournfully after
the carriage as it rolled away. A mo-
ment afterwards, he deserted something
il up. 1t was n letter
by Jove!" exclaimed Grayson, "that /
was well done. Bless my soul, believe
hats Jack Turner HI Jack, Jack
Is that you:'
The individual addressed looked to-
ward the hotel and after scanning the
windows for moment, caught sight of
Grayson, who was waving his handker-
chief energetically. Then he came run
ming across the street with the letter in
his hand. 4 moment afterwards he was
in Grayson's room.
Tom" he burst forth, 'twhQ in the
world expected to find you here9"
and you, my dear fellow" returned
the young clergyman; ''what were you
doing under that treeE"
''You saw me-" asked Jack eagerly.
You saw-you saw herr"
Il saw the whole ridiculous perform
ance. What beauty! Is there some
romance wrapped up in all this ?"
''Romancel Yes, deuce afromance-
for me" exclaimed Jack throwing him
self into a chair. "Thatlovely girls my
bride"
you don't say so, said Grayson, in
1.-The old gentleman with the white
hair and the gray military mustache,"
continued jack, sis her father. The
other old dutfer, the stupid looking
c :ntenarian, with the mushy face and
the red nose, is her afianced husband ?"
.'Whew!" whistled Tom, Il should
think there was romance. Go on.
''It's the old story, suppose" replied
Jack, heaviDg a long sigh Il met her
last winter at the house of friend in
New York, and was entranced with her
beauty, her accomplishments, her good
ness, her innocenc, her"
Eyes, yes, I'll take all that for granted"
interrupted Grayson.
''Our acquaintance soon ripened into
friendship, and speedily into love- We
became betrothed / asked her father,
who is retired army officer, for her
hand He put on his Buena Vista man
ner, asked me if supposed his daughter
was going to marry miserable bank clerk
on g. 900 year, and then showed me
the door.
''Ah," exclaimed Grayson, with an
ap Dearance of great interest
'ssAfter left him." continued Jack,
'there was a scene, as | subsequently,