The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1880-09-30
Sophie's Confession.
BY MARGARET VERNE.

me er 80 ungracelui, never so
wv disagreeable, as when they
&SS9 are making love A friend is
a luXury-a husband ditto, l sup
pose; but that intermittant, class of
human beings, denominated lovers,
are terrible bores. 1t does very
well for q woman to blush and look
hustered once IN a while, when Oc-
casion makes it desirable; but to
see a man with his face as red as a
beet-and a real parcel of strong
mindedness, self-reliance and mas
culine dignity, done up in broad
cloth and starched linen, quaking
from the toe Of his boot to the top
of his dickey, his mouth awry and
his tongue twisted into convulsions,
in the vain attempt TO say some
thing sweet-O gracious %
So said saucy Sophie Lynn aloud
to herself, as she sat swinging back
and forth before her window, half
buried inIthe cushions ofa luxurious
arm chair, toying, as she spoke, with
a delicate ivory fan that lay upon
her lap.
alt always seems so queer, not to
say tiresome," she continued, with
running, musical laugh, latter one
has waltzed and sung, quoted poe
try and talked nonsense with any
body, till one Is puzzled to guess
which of the two is more heartless,
ones self OIL ones companion, to
hear him come plump down on the
subject of matrimony, as though
that was the Legitimate result of
every such insipid acquaintance
ship. For my part 1 never had a
lover (here Sophie futtered her fan
and looked pleased, for she had had
more than one), that l wasn't
heartily sick of after he had pro-
posed. There was Col. Morris-I
thought him the handsomest man
in the whole circle of my acquaint-
ances, until he went down on his
knees to me, and swore he should
die if l didn't take pity on him.
Somehow he always looked like a
fright to me afterward. Then there
was DR.. wilkins; he was really very
agreeable and people said very
learned. l was delighted with him
for a time. But he spoiled it all
with that offer of his; what long
winded adjectives! and how the
poor fellow blushed, puffed and per
spired! He called me an adorable
creature and hiccoughed in the
middle of adorable Horrors Eve
detested him ever since. Then
there was"
Here Sophie started. She had
heard til He door bell ring. With a
nervous spring she stood before her
mirror, smoothing down her brown
hair with haste truly comical.
at won't do to seem interested" ."
she said, as she took a finishing
survey of her person in the glass,
and shook out, with her plump, jew
eled fin iers, the folds of her airy
muslin dress.
The moment afterwards, when a
servants entered to announce Mr..
Harry Ainslee, she was back in
her oldlseat by the window, rocking
and playing with her fan, apparen!
| ly as lnconcerned and listless as
though that name had not sent
quicker thrill to her heart, or the
betraying crimson all oven hel
pretty face.
Tell him 1 will be down pres
emily"
The girl disappeared, and Sophi'
flung open her window, that tn
cool, fresh wind might fan away tn
extra rosiness from her complexion
Then she went again to the mirror
and after composing her bright
eager, happy face into an expressio
, of occurrences, descended to tn
parlor. A emile broke over he
: features, and she held out bot
hands to her guest; but, as if sue
2 denly recollecting herself, dre'
e them back again, and with form;
b bow of recognition, she passed hll
e and seated herself In further 90
+ ner Of the room.
4 1t was very evident that SOM
5 thing was wrong with Sophie; th'
s she had made up her mind eith'
il mot to be pleased or not to pleas
o Could it be that she had forese6
/ what was coming2 that a present
e ment of that visit and its result ha
IT dictated the merry speeches in h
V chamber? Be that as it may, ha
} hour had not elapsed before 81
is knew that Harry Ainslee's heal
IT hand and fortune (Which latter,
4, the way, was nothing wonderful
4 were in the same place where q
" Morris and DR.. wilkins had be
/. befcre them-at her disposal.
)r "The first man that ever hea
D. saw such things without making
es fool of himself" muttered Soph
I'd emphatically, from behind her I;
n as she sat blushing and evident
III gratified, yet without deigning a
reply to the gallant, straight-t
ward speech in which her lover b
risked his all of hope. "He ous
s to do pennance for the pretty "
'c- he manages his tongue. He's al
nd gether too calm to suit me-" A
u Sophie shook her curly head me-
or ipGlv, holding her fan before
o. for a screen; did she forget w
vn she had been saying? 81 wonde
re | couldn't snore the way old Un
Jones used to in meeting2 Would