The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1878-02-07
For the .CI uzEN-
SERVING;
After theBitter.
BY LEAH MOORE, WACO, TEXAS.
PREFAcr(?)

MI AMY
If the secret history of books could be
written, and the authors private
thoughts and meanings noted down
alongside of the story, how many in
sipid volumes would become interest
| ing and dull tales excite the reader
Thackery.
The sweetest songs are those unsung,
The laugh with sorrow broken,
The saddest, sweetest part of life
Is what is left unspoken.
No thought enhancing as the thought
Beyond our grasp that huttered;
No song so sweet a. that which dies,
It's melody unuttered.
.Julia ?. Phifer (Truett).
Yesterday she had been a gay
romping young girl, happy and un-
troubled; now there was a staid
thoughtfulness on the fair sweet
face, o weary dependency about
the pretty, firm looking mouth.
"Oh! if we could only die and be
done with these troubles and heart
aches" she said wistfully, as she
threw herself down on the lowest
step of the cool star-lighted gallery
among the clambering honeysuckle
and dewy, perfumed sweetbrier.
AS she spoke step sounded Oh
the graveled walk and soft per-
suasive voice rang out unsteady
on the solemn hush of the quiet,
beautiful evening hour, awaiting,
Alicei All, peerless little one,
and in a lower tone as the fair
handsome boyish face bent over
hers aid the white scholarly hands
took both the slender little brown
ones in his, MY little one, is it not?
Oh! don't say no." as the white,
tear stained face was lifted to his
and the great solemn grey eyes had
answered even before che tremulous
voice.
NO, NO, Harrie Grey; 1 can neUer
be that" and the voice was strangely
calm and resolute. "Do not ask me
why; you know, and-oh! Harrie,
God knows how have loved you
and trusted you, but It's all over
now. Take your ring and 1 will
struggle back into the life l knew
before we met / will never love
any one else as i have you, but we
must not meet again" and then she
closed her eyes to keep out the
sight of that fair troubled face with
its wonderfully eloquent and IRE
sistible beauty which appealed so
strongly to her idolatrous heart.
for, womanlike, she aOas an idolater
and this fair handsome Apollo had
been her ideal god for 10 these
many years.
Now he stood silent and thought
full, leaning against the vine
wreathed portico, his fine face
blanched with an Inexpressible sor-
row, his eyes full of anguish and
desperation as he gazed down into
the pure marvellously beautiful face
with its long sweeping lashes like a
dark cloud of sorrow drifting over
it. For a long, long time he did
not speak, but when he did there
was a world of tenderness and
prayerlike entreaty in the low, rich,
unsteady tones.
"Ohl Alice, Alice, 1 have loved
you so long, hon can | give you upf
Only trust me little longer and l
lOiH De better man. | do try to re-
sist temptations, God knows L do,
but last night L believe even His
hand was against me. Child, dar-
ling, dearest one, cont you trust me
once more!
He put his hand under her chin
and lifted her face close to his own,
so handsome and eloquent with its
deep earnest pieadings, but she put
of the caress gently, almost loving
ly, and spoke in her old tender
wisttul tones:
Il have trusted ,you-I have be-
lieved IN you and prayed for you
ever since l can first remember. l
have always been looking forward
TO the time when you would stand
up before the world q sober re-
formed man as the proudest, hap
piest moment of my life. You have
put me of with promises time after
time and have always deceived me.
but now l can be put of no more.
Ny old gray-haired father and help
less little brothers need me.
would gladly sacrifice my life's hap
piless for yours, but duty points
me to them. Harrie, il you try you
can do what's right. God has put
your destiny in your own hands. 1t