Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-06-12

bestowed on it second reading, then
thrust it into his pocket" My pretty,
pert little May musn t think Pm a.
goin' to 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 i'll herown nand-
writing, dated seven years back, and
Pll let 'em know L amt a-goin' to be
fooled any longer. Seven years! I'll
90 to New York tomorrow and see
her, if have to take the law on her
to do it"
But his heart was actually thrcb-
bling as lie thought of her sweet, mer-
~ face and bonny ways, and the one
solitary kiss lie ever had pressed Oh
her luscious mouth.
He paced up and down, up and
down. then suddenly remembered the
other letter in his pocket and took it
ont, to find it was from saucy little
,Pbebe Percy, the rosiest-cheeked,
blackest-eycd, tIImmeSt-tootcd coun-
try lass in all Sussex, and who-tho
pert little mink had actually had
the temerity to write to him that, as
it was leap-year she believed in wo-
men using their privileges. She offer
ed him her hand aud 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.
He could not keep from an amused
laugh as he read the saucy little letter
then put it carefully back into his
pocket.
"Phcbc's nice enough girl, smart as
a cricket, and will make likely wife
for some lucky fellow, and lift wasn't
[ can havc a likelicr one-the very
prettiest girl the sun shines on-Hd
take her at her offer and marry her
by sowin' time. But I'm going to
have May-my blue eyed little May
and I'll 90 to New York tomorrow
and oct n settled answer one way or
MOTHER"
And Mr.. Morgan Flctcher's dreams
that night were crowded with visions
of May Warren's exquisite face, and
slender sylph-like form anu laughing
voice.
The earliest train down took him to
the city the next morning-a sharp,
crisp winter day, with plenty of snow
i'll the air, and a biting northeast wind
blowing: gloomy, depressing sort of
n morning, when travellers We're not in
the best of humor. and needless pco-
pie persisted i'll leaving depot doors
ailr-notabiv one tall, angular wo-
man, with q white nubia tied over her
bonnet, that made her face CHASTITY in
contrast, and dressed more with regard
to comfort than appearance.
iii thank you to keep that door
shut, madame" Morgan said, at last,
cXaspcrated, by her repeated journeys
from the waiting-rOOm Of the ferry
| house to the pier outside. and the in
variable neglect of closing the door
| after her.
She turned sharply on him.
You would, would you? Well,
when you want it shut, shut it your
self!'
And she bestowed a malicious laugh
on him that brought the angry blood
to his cheeks, and that made him lose
his temper completely.
''Of course, if you was born in q
barn, all right, na'am. Some folks
some don't-that's ALL
And some folks don't know how to
treat lady when they see her, neith~
er!' she retorted triumphantly. "Hcre
you Teller, get Inc a carriage-will
y0u?-betOre the boat comes in, and
send the baggage master here. | want
| my trunks put i'll the carriage along
with HE"
She had suddenly pounced down
upon young man i'll semi-uniform,
who happened to be an employee of the
road, and who good naturally under
took her orders.
Heres my checks, you see-seven-
ty-two and ninety-ninc; but you don't
get them till [ get my baggage two
good sized trunks, marked with M. w.
W.-M. w. Warren-that's my name.
And they are to go to l47 West Blank
street. Step spry, now!"
And she followed him outside. leav-
lng The door open, with II vicious smile
at Morgan Fletcher that worthy actu-
ally Oil not notice it, as he stood star
ing after her, with a grasping feeling
IA His thlo 1t, ami an uncertain unnat-
urrl scnsa. lon all over him.
NJ. W. " arren-May Winfield War
rem. HIS Alay-so bonny, SO sweet,
| lac las time he had seen her five wears
~l-oi AMI TO have deteriorated into
tAIS ienaIe-nJt very old, to be sure
II --JuJ 50 odi! And 147 West
| 0IulK street The very residence to
., AIch he had directed his letters so
l1n --Jhc very house 10 which L. WAS
vOlnu how!
y peculiar, weak sensation seized
i.nI-.t Sex sort vi disappointment,
| lit. prove there was II great deal of
| III stth nt,lrc i'll him, after all. Then
| .ye.iha 0. tlauNtu.ncSs took possess
| ~. OF nIu!-C.ltII>Iu. ness for his de-
! ..,er tIcv; ail.t llcit LhOu 5ht occurred
~ n.n OF PncDe Perry uuxom and
round, saucv and sweet
"By JehoSaphat. III never have be-
l'ovcd it! Is it poSsibe-as It possible
rat few years can make such an aW-
| al difference to q woman! And she
uIi4ht a-becn Mrs. Fletcher. I've had
e narrow escape; but a mi, S is as good
: mile an I'll take the next train
back to the flrn, and get the cutter
! and the cross team out. an see Tom
| Perry tonight about little Phebc."
While Miss Mary w. Warren, fresh
from her Pennsylvania home, was
driven in triumph to the residence OF