Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1878-08-24
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cups or butterflies ?'' heasked, good
humoredly.
ST came out for a little walk, I"
said she, shyly. "I-I don't know
who you are"
ppm Mr.. Clingley."
1.-THE squire?n
Eyes; so they call me. Why,
what is there so strange about that's
he asked, noticing the quick change
on her face.
give heard of the squire" said
the dark-eyed damsel. land /
somehow formed the idea that he
was cross and elderly. But you-''
And here she checked herself in ev-
ident confusion.
"Well, Pm not young" said the
squire, laughing, "and can be
cross. But you needn't be afraid,
my child. / shall not be cross with
you. Would you like to cross to
the high road through my rose gar
dens !? / assure you they are well
worth looking at"
ooh, / should be so delighted 20
said the young lady, her dimpled
face lighting up all of sudden. 81
have 50 longed to see them but
they told me you didn't like strang-
ers."
"And l don't, as a general rule, y
said the squire, little irritated at
thus being brought face to face with
his own battalion of caprices. "But
/ think shall have to make an ex-
ception in your favor. And, / sup
pose'-a little more sloWly-ssin
your mothers also"
CT thank you," said the young
lady, "but mamma isn't with lne.''
mot with you ?' said the squire.
"That accounts for your wandering
about in this careless sort of way.
Write to her to come at once"
The damsel looked surprised, but
just then they entered the squire's
beautiful rOse-garden, and he went
off into catalogue of learned names
that was at least quarter of an
hour long.
GA pretty little CREATURE" said
the squire, when his visitor had
gone home with both hands full OF
gorgeous white and crimson bios
SONS. ''I really think I must call
upon the Applegates. 1 never saw
fairer eyes in my life, and she has a
voice like a flute. Yes, I'll call
Ill certainly call, and see if there's
anything more needs doing, to make
that old rattletrap of a place COM
Portable"
swell, SQUIRE" said Mr.. Foxwell,
that afternoon when he came in fOI
his usual chat, chow do you like
the willow ?'
"The widow! What widow ?"
"Mrs. Applegate, to be sure"
q | haven't seen Mrs. APPLICABLE D
"Why, yes you have"
"I'll thank you not to contradict
me-" said the squire, waxing chol.
eric. @I have not seen Mrs. Apple
gate"
"Man alive !" cried out the agent
forgetting his respect in his eager.
ness, ''she was walking with you in
the rOse-garden this morning."
The squire looked surprised.
"Mrs. Applegate! Was that pref
ty child Mrs. Applegate? ?"
'Herself, and none other"
"Why she isn't eighteen"
81 beg your pardon, eighteen and
a half. She told me so herself"
1.-THE deuce!" said the squire.
"Why, what business has a widow
to be so young and pretty? Well,
anyhow, Pm going over to the
Lodge to call this afternoon"
He was as good as his word.
Well, any reader of the great book
of hnman nature can easily guess
the rest. The squire had held him
self absolutely aloof from feminine
society so long that the first relapse
into it possessed all the zest and
sparkle that he imagined had de-
parted with his lost youth. Mrs.
Applegate was pretty, alone and
poor. The squire was rich, not bad
looking, and able to converse well.
And so when their engagement was
publicly made known in the au-
tumn nobody was much surprised.
So that Rose Lodge is "TO Let"
again, and if anyone wants an eligi-
BILE summer residence, they have
only to apply to Mr. Foxwell.
Premises in good repair. Rent in
Variably in advance.