Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1879-06-28
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tention was attracted by a prett
girl used to see at the hotel Wher
[ stopped. Nobody could help nc
ticing such beauty. Her hair an
eyes were dark, but her skin was q
fair as a lily, with just dash of re-
that came and went in her cheeks
rounded, and her hand was as whit
and finely formed as any LADY,
hand in the land. Her name wa
Rose Wynne, and of course she hat
plenty of admirers, but she coquet
ted with them all. However ther
were two who were a long wa,
ahead of others. i used to wonde
which she liked the best, but / coulC
never guess, for while she smiled
sWeetly on one, she would fling
merry word at the other, and so on
Both young men were good looking
one fair, the other dark-and boil
were carpenters. One was called
Andrew Davis, and the other Marl
Sheldon.
Sheldon was a jealous fellow, anC
showed it. Davis was jealous, too
but didn't show it so plainly. Shell
don was always in a quarrel witt
her. Davis, / fancied, was angry
enough at her coquetteries some
times to eat her, but he meyer let on
Rose Nynne knew / was detect
i've and had sort of awe and curl
osity about me. Many yarn
told her; some true, some not. II
was so pretty to see Ter big eyes
kindle and grow bigger.
/ used to joke her sometimes and
try and discover which she liked
best, Davis or Sheldon. But she
would never tell me.
"See here, Rose," / said to her
one day when she had been playing
those two chaps off against each
other pretty lively, "yOu'll have
those foolish fellows fighting about
you if you're not careful"
"I'nl much more afraid of one OF
them fighting me-" she laughed.
(which one?" / asked, laughing
too; but / thought of Davis glow
ering looks.
"Guess," she said.
''They've both got temper, too
much of it."
ANDREW Davis hasn't much
temper" she said.
81 shouldn't like to be in your
place if you ever jilt him for the
other" / answered.
"Why not ?" she asked.
"Never mind" / said "but if
you ever make up your mind to
marry anybody beside Andy Davis,
don't do it while he's around-that's
ALL"
Rose glanced to where Davis was
at the other end of the
verandah, watching us, though he
pretended not. Then she looked at
me.
"WeIl, you're solemn enough
about il" she said "anyone would
think you meant it."
We both laughed, but 1 said,
my head:
"You know that / do mean every
word"
"Well, I'll tell you what I'll do"
said Rose. elf any harm ever
comes to me through either of them,
I'H promise to come to you, .-Er.
Sharpe, or send my ghost to tell
you who did it. And you must
hunt him down for it. VIII you
promise me that ?"
eyes, WILL" | said, "and there's
my hand upon it.
And we shook hands, had a laugh
over it, and thought that the last
of it, of course. Well, l went away
soon after, and it was a year almost
to a day before | ever saw the place
again. Then l had almost forgotten
there was such person as Rose
Wynne.
The case / was on was a very
one, and / did not want
it known / was around at all. So
had disguised myself in a farmer
kind of rig, that / don't believe my
mother would have known me in.
had stopped at cheap lodging
house at the end of the town, be-
cause / suspected some of the gang
was after frequented there.
I'd had my supper, and gone to
my room to sit by the window and
study a bit about the busines in
hand. / am positive l wasn't think
ing of Rose Wynne. I don't be-
Iieve l had thought of her since /
got there, my head was so full of
business.
Ny room was ON the ground floor,
and the window was wide open. 1t
was growing dusk. 1t wasn't a
very nice part of the town, lots of
,oughs about, you know, so when
[ saw woman standing all at once
here under my windOW-alone too
I thought it was very queer; but
when she looked up, and saw it
was Rose Wynne, | thought that
was queerer yet.
She was all in black, even her
lead was wound about with thick
'olds of black, and never had seen
ler so sad and solemn. She came
,lose to the window and looked up
1t me.
"Mr. Sharpe ?'' she said.
/ jumped for you see / did not
.hink anyone would know me,
liked up as / was, and | said in a
whisper
"Is it really you, Rose? Don't
speak loud, please, for / don't want
% be known here"
She went right on without SEEM
ng to have heard me.
'Harn has come to me-" she
said, ''and it was Andy Davis. Re
member your promise"
And then, all in a flash, she was
gone, and l couldn't have told
Where-up, down, or aronnd the
corner of the house, only she'd
gone, and / hadn't seen her go.
As l sat staring out, with her
words going through and through
my head, j began to feel kind of
creepy and odd. Now, l don't be-
.ieve anyone who knows me would
call me superstitious. But all at
once, as / sat there, it came over
me that maybe / had seen Rose
Wynne's ghost instead Of herself.
She had certainly spoken and looked
very strangely for living woman.
Then / laughed at myself for the
fancy.
"Sharpe, old fellow" said /, "you
know there are no such things as
ghosts. What in the name of coIn-
mon sense are you dreaming OFF"
And | put on my coat and hat,
and went out into the town to see if
| could learn anything about the
business / had come down there
upon,
Every now and then as / walked
along in the darkness the thought
of Rose Wynne would come over
IL.