Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1878-03-23

wasn't it2 well, there was no harm il
thinking it-clean, that was it. perhap
1t was the awful CRIME of Mrs Gibson
front basement did it. Contrast is ever,
thing, you know. But ah she wasni
Ike the divine, the beautiful
Mr., MGOverD, will you have anothe
cup Of tea ?"
NY what sweet voice,
VOW what was it made the old board
ing house day by day so much more in
tolerable than it used to be? Perhap
It was the dust, Somehow the universe
dust had ceased to assert itself az for
merry, and became conspicuous by it!
absence. Everything in Mr.. WGovern's
room by some magic got into its right
place lnanimate things may be totally
depraved, but somehow his showed an
evidence OF reform that argued the ex.
istence OF saving grace somewhere.
Where on earth were the holes in his
stockings? He missed them. Certainly
a hole in ones stocking Is more honored
in the breach than in the Observance ;
hut what q peculiar experience for a
cierR, III boarding house
One day Mr.. WGovern happened to
rememb Der what his landlady had said to
him about her daughters dedication. !"
Poor woman! he didn't wonder some
big word bothered her; every now aud
then he came across some that puzzled
him. 1t might be that Annie would be
nice to talk to- But he must get a safe
subject. How would politics do here
he was .tolerably strong himself
1t is a hnmiiating confession to make
regarding ones hero, but no sooner had
Clarence MGovern began to talk politics
with Annie than he speedily made up
his mind that the administration Of
our republican government was the one
thing on earth that he knew nothing
about. How humiliating it was The
same thing over again. "If you amt a
rich man or newspaper chap, what can
you do with girl? They get their
heads packed full of things at school
that q fellow who's got his living to earn
can't know anything about, and if you
haven't got any money This worlds
., beastly hole" c included Clarence
NJ Govern; and in that statement he EN-.
bodied the sentiments of many wiser
man
But in this case it was too bad. Now
with Arabella, lich, beautiful and well.
born, 1t was different; but to be extin-
guished by Mrs, Gibson's daughter he,
Clarence MGOyen- -ab0minable ! Was
he not rising man, and were there not
indications Of good birth in his every
feature and in his very name ? To be
sure, he hated'tO attempt tracing his
lineage; it would bolt up against a
taior's shop in the Bowery in such an
aggraYatin8 manner But clearly names
sprung from something, Why should
his ancestors have been named NJ Govern
ii they had never had anything to gov
n?-- impossible But such a plebeian
name as Gibson-bah
But there was something very delight,
ful in Annie's society when he kept out
of deep waters and when one day she
asked him, very sweetly: "Who is Ara
bella?' Mr.. M'Govern felt that his cup
Of happiness was full. With Arabella |
for sweetheart and Annie for a con-
fidante, what man could want more |
The flood-gates of his soul were opened. |
He certainly lacked the eloquence Of that
much.to,beenyied newspaper chap; but |
Annie w8s sympathetic, and she got a |
notion of his lODgings, his doubts, his
aspirations, quite as correct as if they
had been more elegantly expressed. |
Then came the story OF the sonnet that
wouldn't allow itself to be written, and
the stupid, uncomfortable, eontumacious
behavior Of that awful poIlysyllable
ArsbelIa.
" Don't put it in at the end of line"
Annie. Get over at once
and have it out Of the way"
Capital" said Mr.. MGovern
" Could you, Miss Annie, give me an
idea, suggestion, line or two per-
haps ?
" What style will YOU have it in"
Well, something little like Tenny-
sen, with dash OF Shelley, just trihe
Of Swinburne, possibly" He had evil
IDENTIFY been reading up.
How would this do?' suggested the
accommodating Annia, with a twinkle in
her eye that somehow made Mr.. Mccoy.
9rn blush to the roots of his hair,
" Arsbela, gaze upon me
With thy soft ana gentle eyes,
See the wong that thou hast done me
All my troubled spirit lies
Painting with its deep emotion,
PulseIess as trOpic ocean,
And seem as one who lieth
Low upon his couch and dieth"
Beautiful Go on"
Now the result of all this was that
within the next three weeks Miss Ara.
BELLA received no less than nineteen love
poems, all signed Clarence MGovern,"
n that gentleman's best style, with
lourish underneath at least four inches
ODg.
But somehow this partnershipin poetry
lid not seem to agree with Annie. and
before long she announced her intention
If visiting friend in the country. Size
: needed a change" she said.
Curiously how the holes in Mr., Moo
'ern's stocking began to reappear; the
lust resumed its normal sway, and the
'nly line of poetry the young man could
emember was
Thou wilt come no more, gentle Annie"
which he whistled so lugubriously that
me morning, out of pure sympathy,
Yrs, Gibson put out her head inside his {
Ioor and whispered, consolingly;
Lor' bless you, yes, she will, Mr..
pGovern she's only gone for amonth."
Then Clarence began to wonder where
lis thoughts had been straying and as
'oetical effusions were no longer posi-.
'ility, he resolved to see Arabella at
nee, and put his fate to the touch, and
vim or lose it all.
1t was night of wind and rain and :
leet as Mr.. MGovern left the station :
nd approached the Lockwood mansion. :
iiss Arabella would see him in few :
noments, and in the meantime would he :
1ait in the library? Fancying himself :
n solitude, he selected the easiest chair, r
nd was just composing his address to !
he fair object of his affections, when a !
mall voice appealed to him pathetically; :
"Pleathe, thir, thith ith TOO thick, it i
,on't with" =
What is it, my child ?" inquired ;
afIectionately, seating theNsmall t
etitiOner on his knee. /;
Pth maxim lamp lighterth. Thithter q