Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-04-24

gO1n 10 put up with this sort of thing
any longer. It's five years since Eve
laid eyes upon her, and amt a.goin'
to stand it any longer. She's engaged
to me, and Pve got it in her own hand
writing, dated seven years back, and
Pll let 'em know l amt a-goin' to be
fooled any longer. Seven years! Phi
| 60 to New York tomorrow and see
! her, if [ have to take the law on her
| to do it,
But his heart was actually throb-
bling as he thought of her sweet, NOR
ry face and bonny ways, and the one
solitary kiss he ever had pressed on
| her luscious mouth.
| He paced up and down, up and
down, then suddenly remembered the
other letter in his pocket and took it
out, to find it was from saucy little
| Phebe Percy, the rosiest-cheeked,
5lackest-eycd, trimmest-footed coun-
try lass in all Sussex, and who-tha
pert little mink had actually had
the temerity to write to him that, as
it was leap-ycar she believed in wo-
men using their privileges She Offer
ed him her hand and heart, humbly
begging to remind him she was used
| to all kinds of Homework, and wasn't
in the least afraid of not being able to
suit him.
lie could not keep from an amused
laugh as he read the saucy little letter
then put it carefully back into his
| pocket.
"Phebe's nice enough girl, smart as
n cricket, and will make likely wife
l ell or,I pIl'f
| can have likelier one-thc very
prettiest girl the sun shines on-Pd
| take her at her offer and marry her
| by sowin' time. But Pm going to
have May-my blue eyed little May
and I'll 60 to New York tomorrow
and get settled answer one way or
mother"
And Mr.. Morgan Fletcher's dreams
that night were crowded with visions
of May Warren's exquisite face, and
slender sylph-like form and laughing
voice.
The earliest train down took him to
the city the next morning. sharp,
crisp winter day, with plenty of snow
i'll the air, and a biting northeast wind
blowing; a gloomy, depressing sort of
morning, when travellers were not in
the best of humor, and needless peo-
pie persisted i'll leaving depot doors
aiar-notably one tall. angular wo-
man, with white nubia tied over her
bonnet, that made her face CHASTITY in
contrast, and dressed more with regard
to comfort than appearance.
I'll thank YOU to keep that door
shut, madame" Morgan said, at last,
exaspcrated, by her repeated journeys
from the Waiting-room of the ferry
house to the pier outside, and the i'll
variable neglect of closing the door
after her.
She turned sharply on him.
"1 on would, would you? Well,
when you want it shut, shut it your
sclfp
And she bestowed a malicious laugh
OH him that brought the angry blood
to his cheeks, and that made him lose
his temper completely.
sol course, ii you woo horn I'm q
barn, all right, ml'am. Some folks
know enough to shut the doors, and
some don't-that's all!
And some folks don't know how to
treat lady when they see her, neith-
err! she retorted triumphantly. "Hcre
| you Teller, get lie Il carriage-will
| vou?-bcfore the boat comes in, and
send the baggage master here. want
my trunks put i'll the carriage along
with me-"
She had suddenly pounced down
| upon u young man in semi-unifOrm,
who happened to be an cmplOye of the
road, and who good naturally under
took her orders,
"Hcre's my checks, you see-seven-
! ty-two and ninety-nine; but you DOM
get them till | get my baggage two
good sized trunks, marked with NJ. W.
W.-M. w. Warrcn-that's my name.
And they are to go to l47 West Blank
street. Step spry, now"
And she followed him outside, leav-
inc the door open, with vicious smile
at Morgan Fletcher, that worthy actu-
ally dill not notice it, Is he stood star
ing after her, with Il grasping feeling
III his throat, and an uncertain unnat-
ural sensation all over him.
NJ. W. Warrcn-May Winfield War;
rcn! HIS May-so bonny, SO sweet,
the last time he had seen her five years
aool And to have dcteriOrated into
this fcmale-not very old, to be sure
| DuC--DuJ SO Olu AHl IN W est
Blank street. The very residence to
which he had directed his letters so
long-thc very house to which IL WAS
bound now!
y peculiar, weak sensation seized
him-a sick sort Of disappointment,
that proved there was great deal of
human nature in him, after ALL. Then
a feeling OF thankfulness took possess
sion of Observation-Disclosures for his de-
livcrlncc; and then thought occurred
to him Of Phebe Perry buxom and
round, saucy and sweet.
by Jchosaphat! I'd never have be-
, licvcd it! Is it possible-fs ii possible
that few years can make such an aW-
tul difference to a woman? And she
might a-bccn Mrs. Fletcher! I've had
narrow escape; but Il miss is as good
as mile and I'll take the next train
back to the farm, and get the cutter
and the cross team out. and see Tom
Perry tonight about little Phebe."
While Miss Mary w. Warren, fresh
from her Pennsylvania home, was
driven in triumph to the residence of
her uncle, on one fair May day to pay
a visit long before promised, and W here
in spite of her eccentrlcities and little
vul garities, she was kindly welcomed
and entertained.
A month later, q day of balmy air
and SDli limo Sl-iaU nina oc n boI1,-.S nvnc