Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1879-03-01
WHOLE NO. 2,25S.

that that game had been playe,
long enough. I would ask her tn
simple question the first chance
got, and know my tate ut once. Blu
the chance did not come as soon a
expected.
.sShe went to her room with :
| sick headache, so she said, and pa
ced the deck alone. We we're ,
long way upthe harbOr when sh,
made her appearance on the follow
ing morning. She said that she had
hurried with her packing, thinking
we were nearer to the city than we
really were.
oh, Mr. Remington, had nc
opportunity of returning your Jew
! elry, and so packed them with my
/ things. But you are coming, you
know, to dine with me on Satur.
day, and ] will give them 10 YOU
:" Certainly laid. There is nc
time for us to change them now.
Please to wear them until ! see YOU
again
81 had fully made up my mind
that as / had been baffed so often,
l would now wait until / had seen
her in her own home before open
ed my heart to her, or rather before
1 asked her my fate. She already
knew my heart. There was no
time to talk; all was excitement !;
we were rapidly approaching; hand
kerchiefs were waving from the
docks. The widow was straining
her eyes, and suddenly leaving me
and going further forward, / saw
her throw kiss. How / lOnged to
catch it / looked with jealous eyes
to see who would take it up and an
swer it.
foremost among the crowd was
a great big man-six feet high, and
broad in proportion. 1t was he who
was returning her kisses. Could it
be her brother, OF was il a friend,
and this merely a pleasant greeting
from distance? ?
II watched him come on board,
and what did the big idiot do but to
cate her up in his arms-my sweet
one, whom, though loving, | had
never dared to tOuch-and kiss her
over again / could have knocked
him down.
that neither of them noticed me.
She had forgotten my existence.
With heartsick feeling | turned
away. Was this to be the end ?
Why had | come home? / could
hear them talking, though too mis-
cradle to listen. They came near
er, and the same soft voice that
loved so dearly said, 'Mr Reming-
ton, / have been talking about you,
telling how good and kind you have
been, and how utterly fOrlorn
should have been had you not al
ways looked out for my comfort. /
have come to thank you, and ma
husband wants to thank you too
'Her husband! Great heavens +! I
And / thought she was a widow,
and had made love to herl / list
ened as though in dream, and a
deuced Unpleasant one il was, too.
believe he thanked me, and she |
praised, and he thanked again, and |
then they urged me to come to see /
them, and then she said, Don't for |
get Saturday,
Whether | said anything, or re- |
mute, is more than l can |
tell. | was like man asleep, and /
had to give myself good snake to |
come out of the nightmare that | /
was in. When l looked around, |
she-they-were gone"
Here Hugh stopped as though he |
had finished but his friend Will \
liams whose curiosity was aroused,
asked,
"Did you dine with her on satur-
lay?"
mo: l sent a regret.
"Have you ever seen her since T'
ono, never"
"What became Of your nouecau-
'es de Paris ~
''Nell went without them, and l
went without my English robe" !"
"You don't mean that she never
;ent them to you ?''
81 never gave her my address,
md she was not supposed 10 know
where / was"
Williams didn't like TO ask any
more questions, and Hugh remain.
ID quiet for q time. Then rousing
and getting ont of his chair,
ie said,
81 have never made love since,
lnd-With a bitter laugh-I always
void women in deep mourning.
And now as the fire has gone ont
With my story, l think we had bet
er go to bed"