Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1878-08-10
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crickets was lulling meNof tosieep,
when suddenly heard little light
step close to me, and saw woman's
white dress fiuttering, and, jumping
up, stood before Maggie Franz.
The first thought that came into
my mind was that she was looking
for her beau, and it made me fiend-
ish.
"is that you, Miss Franz?'' said 1.
<'Yes, Mr.. Wollmerath, said she
land, though l had said Miss Franz,
how it hurt me not to be called
Frank sage.
al came over to see your mother.
Is she imp"
s'No," said I.
"Then I'd better go home," said
she. But she fingered. ..-.a---a.
''Not looking for anyone else ?'
said /.
M" she said, very sadly; "good-
night"
But I could not let her gowithout
a cut. &t
81 thought you'd be on this won
derful moonlight drive" said /.
"There you were Mistaken" said
she.
''Did he forget to come for you ?"
said /. "Mr. Zaecheus, you know.n
81 haven't been asked to drive
said she. / don't know why you
tspeak so. Mr.. Zaccheus, 7 suppose,
is with the lady he's engaged tG.
She came down last week with her
mother"
"Oh," said I, and began to wish
I
fore 1 locked young Zaccheus up in
the cow-hOuse.
We stood still, apart from each
other. l saw her lip culver. Was
it for him? Had he Tilted her ?
That was tit for tat, anyhow
But she was so pretty, and SO sad,
and so winning, that L felt my
heart give one great thrOb. took
a step nearer, she took another.
"Oh, Frank" cried she, 81 can't
stand it if you keep angry with me
always have liked you best, but
you've been so awfully cross.'
And there she was crying on my
shoulder.
Did you ever make up with one
you'd quarreled with, loving her all
the time? Did you ever feel, hold
ing the dear face between your
palms, pressing kisses on the dear
soft mouth, that it had all come
: back, all the old love, and trust, and
sweetness and hope that you
! thought dead? If you have, yOu
must know what / felt that mo
ment. / found myself again.
was Frank Wollmerath once more
t How strange it was! Out of all my
! life I'd like to have that one mo
ment back it was the sweetest
ever lived through.
Up in the midst of the far meadow
2 rose a column of flame. The cow
house was on fire, and / had locked
/ poor, innocent young Zaccheus VI
: in it, there to be roasted alive.
"Oh, Maggie" / cried, glaring al
T. the horrible sight, "I'm MURDERS
: "a murderer touch me-"
| And away / flew TO undo my
, mischief, if there was time. There
: might be, perhaps. Never was
[ such run as l took across that long
meadow. When / reached the door
l plunged my hand into my pOcket
, for the key, but could not find it.
r had dropped it somewhere. 1t was
, not about me.
, ''Zaccheusp % [ cried, "Zaccheus
I are you there? / am on the outside
t Couragep
: There was no answer.
: "For heavens sake, if you car
speak, do" 1 shrieked, but silence
? | answered me.
r Doubtless the smoke had already
; smOthered the poor fellow, but SCI
, to work and tore away the burning
boards. | was scOrched-my hair
2 my face, my eyebrows. Twice my
2 clothes were on fire, but rolled or
} the dew-wet grass, and was up al
: the flames again. Oh, it was hOrri
/ | BILE!
r What a monster / was
, "Heaven have mercy on him ~
cried. "Let me save him; dom
punish me by making me muir
2 derer 7" and l tore and wrencheC
, the boards with my burnt hands
And in a moment mOre-well, i
, was the roof that fell, l think
don't know.
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