Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1878-05-30
'Yes-didn't 1 mention it ?

in the regiment ! circulated Charley,
hinging his cap into the air 1 beg
your pardon, ma ain, bat think the
house will suit.
will you not look at it sir? said
the old lady, in accents Of grave sur
prise.
oh, certainly, certainly stammor-
ed the officer, with a dim remembrance
of his sisters directions as he STUN
bled down the kitchen stairs. I hope
the range don't leak, and my sister
was very particular about chambers
being included in the sub.c cellar !
Sir? SAID the old lady.
I-I'm afraid I'm talking sad non
sense, apoligized Charley; but see
In thinking what a brave fellow Pri-
vate Carver was.
They went up again-the old lady
ascending the matter of fact stairs,
but Charley Rayner walking on an at
mosphere Of cloud and co~le1H dc roSc
What absurd questions h" asked
without so much as waiting to he9>
the answers How anxious he WAS tc
know whether the skylight baked
we'll, and If the neighDorhood was
frcscoed, and the parlor ceilings agree
able and if the door knobs could bl
papered and painted . And finally he
returued to the room where the Aya
cinths were, to say
Its all right--we'll take the house
Miss Carver. And
well, sir|
4 shall make it my business to fnC
out Private Carver. ! will call to
morrow, if quite agreeable to yon, tt
receive any message you may wish t(
charge Inc with.
The rosy cheeks were stained ;
deeper red; the hazel eyes became
softly luminous.
. THANK yon-you are very kind .
How Charley ever stumbled out o
the door was lifelong problem tt
him; but the very next thing he was
conscious of, a surIey individual in The
street was requesting him, in no very
courteous terms, TO keep his own side
of the street, and not run over a fel
low outright.
we !, Charley, what luck p deman,
dea little Mrs. Hooper, as she came
out of the nursery with a plump baby
in her arms, and dimpled two-year
old clinging to her skirts.
Luck the best in the world. I've
engaged splendid house
'fiave you? Where2 Three stories
high, or four Is it . high stoop, Oh
an Enghsh basement p
i don't remember; but
'What is the rent?
by jove ojacuIate1 Ljentenont
Rayner, growing uncomtortably hot
1 never thought to ask.
Stationary tubs, OF course, and 2
laundry
Laundry-laundrv-I didn't no
tice. | know there We're some stairs
and room with flowers ia it,
Mrs. Hooper elevated her eyebrow
dpspairinSIy.
i can 90 back and enquire said
| Charley, with cheerful alAcrity.
And he did; but when he report.
ed himself the seond time, Mrs. Hoop
er gained very little substantial inlor.
nation on the subject.
We do not venture to chronicle the
number Of errands Charley invented
to "Ilonse to Lit during the solitary
week of leisl Ire that remained to hun
. We only know that Private Carver
slowly recovering from tedious fever
in the hospital, was considerably as
tonished at the exceeding attention.
lavishel on him by Lieutenant Ray
ner.
1t was not long before the youn!
officer obtained another brief furlougi
and came home express just as th
May vlolets We're dying under tn
crimson eclipse Of June roses.
Don't torture me any longer, Amy
I tell you | love you better than al
the world better than my own life
Don't be cruel, dearest. Say yes o
no !
Sweet and soft the monosyilabl
came-so low you could not hav
heard it amidst the warble of the ca
nary bird and the rustic of the rose
vines on the sunset piazza. Blu
Charles Rayuer would have caugh
the silver accents through all th
crash of armies and the thunder Of in
nun erable artillery !!
My love, my darling-lny precious
prize
Won forever But who would have
imagined that Lieutenant Rayner O
the -th Cavalry could have garnered
so much happiness from the very IN.
romantic and real business of House
Hunting.
An enthusiastic Indiana editor
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