Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-02-26

OFk- UnilKe tne ordinary Journa
ist, he was reputed to be immensel
rich; therefore ii had not been 70
tune, but fame, thatinduced him I
take up his pen.
Since his return to New York h
had been markedly devoted to Mis-
CanneIl.
He had met her two months pre-
vious at a fashionable watering
place, and it was rumored that tn
erStWhile adamantine heart of tn
beautiful woman clinging to hi
arm had suceGmbed to his manifOl,
attractions of person and mind. En-
vious gossips would have it that hi
parse was the subtle influence tina
had metamorphosed Christine Can
nell from the cold, inpervious be
! ing of old into the gracious, almos
| lovable, woman of the present.
A keen observer would certainl,
have declared, seeing Miss Camel
at this moment, that her heart wa
aroused that a warmer feeling thar
that of selfish interest had at las
been awakened in Eer breast.
As they slowly threaded thei
way through the crush, she wa,
talking to her companion in tha
magnetic voice that had hitherto
been greatest weapon, but was now
her greatest friend.
He seemed entirely absorbed in
her sparkling conversation, and q
smile fingered now and then upon
his usually firmly compressed lips
as she entertained him with spark.
ling bon naots or indulged in caustiC
repartee.
He had said but little. When he
did speak, however, the lovely
woman seemed to listen to his words
with her soul in her ears.
"By JoVe!" said an Important
looking youth, who with a compan-
ion of his own set had been glued to
the wall by the great crush, ''there
goes that fellow Chapman again,
with Christine Cannell. | am de-
cidedly glad she has mer her match
at last. If she amt gone on that
newspaper chap, Ill go without my
coat for the rest of the winter. You
ought to have seen the way she
froZe me last summer at the Grand
Union. / made a casual remark to
her on the piazza one evening about
the stars, and by thunder, the way
she just turned those eyes on me-
simply looked at me, you know
made the chills carom all over my
vertebre. i can feel 'em yet. See
the way she's looking at that prig
now. 1t beats me out of sight. Sup
pose he has got money and all that,
amt other men just as goods" And
young Hatstraw squared his shoul-
ders and looked into his immaculate
with a ridiculous air of
rdffled complacency.
Mrs. Grundy also waved her fan
perplexedly, and society in general
wondered what was going to hap
pen.
Mrs. Goldrim was giving one of
her famous fetes chGD7petfe at her
country-seat on the
Hudson. Chinese lanterns and ele-
CANT transparencies cleaned out
from among the trees upon the
lawn and through the low, opened
French windows of the villa a gay
thrOng whirling hither and thither
in the intricacies of the dance were
visible.
Outside, in secluded hooks under
the trees, were various couples en-
gagged in all stages of that highly
occupation" flirting"
In a rustic summer-house on that
side of the grounds overlooking the
majestic river, a lady and gentleman
had Just seated themselves.
Apparently they were the best of
for the lady placed her hand |
amiliarly upon her companions
arm and called his attention to the |
ovely scene, family lighted by the |
Using moon spread out before them. |
For moment the gentleman said |
but looked straight before
him, with gloomy expression on |
lis face. Suddenly he turned to his !
"Christine, does the name of
Chapman ever bring to your mind
IN unpleasant episode of some years
lgo ?''
"Unpleasant episode? Why, /
What can you mean, Carl? ? You
Know nothing connected with your
lame can be unpleasant to me. Are
We not engaged to be married ?''
The gentleman's face looked
contorted in the growing
light OF the moon, and his eyes
eemed filed with a smothered fire
hat might break out at any mo-
nent into d fierce flame of passion.
looking full into his companions
ace, he said, shortly:
"Your memory is strangely re-
Mss, Miss Cannell."
Something in the altered tone of
lis voice frightened the woman.
"Merciful heaven, Carl, what is
natter ?" she cried.
He sprang from his seat as if un-
BILE longer to control his words and
lanted himself directly in front of
henow thoroughly terrified woman.
hen with blazing eyes devouring
very change of her features, he
aid:
"Christine Camel, tomorrow l
all for Europe Tor another absence
f four years"
His companion seemed for a mo-
1ent stunned by this abrupt an
Then she said slowly
nd in a dazed manner:
"YOu are going to Europe; and
"And you," with bitter sarcasm,
why, you, perhaps, will remember
ne better during the coming years
nan you have during those that
ave passed"
She looked at him in dull amaze
lent, repeating slowly to herself in
strained, unnatural toner
"Going to Europe. Going to Eu.
Ope.n
He interrupted her hastily, impa-
ently.
81 see must refresh your memo
Y, Christine Cannell. Most people
I'LL think what l have done and
m going to do is fiendish, devilish;
know better-it is an act of mere
Istice, the sequel to a charming
title comedy enacted six summers
go among the Connecticut hills,
10 you remember, my dear Miss
ianneI," with bitter laugh, "the
oOr day-laborer, as you were
leased to term him, with whom
on amused yourself during the idle
uminer days nearly six years ago 2
10 you remember how you aroused
is love, and how, in return, he
ued for yours All ] see you be-
in to recollect. Does my name
ecall to your mind now an unpleas-
mt episode connected with it? DO
on raoGitpQf how Won treated fh9