Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-08-20

1elp IduSnIuS at LOWUn,S GNluefl
appreciation of it, and his thorougI
astonishment.
"Nellie, I'll buy you rattle tn
next time go into town."
Nellie pouted.
"Well, did you find the hair?''
tYes, sir"
"Was it mine ?n tossing back tia
loose masses of dark brown hair.
A little quivering smile spoile,
Nellie's pout.
1.-THE rest is a secret"
"Then you don't intend to tel
whose the hair was like ?''
! "No, l shall not tell"
''May guess ?"
81 can't help your guessing, SIR
"Was it like Ned Howland's am
brosial locks, little dignity ?"
81 haven't promised to tell you i
you guess"
80 you haven't Then / shaI
not waste my time guessing. Bur
tell me one thing"
"What is that 2"
"If you have faith in the trick. y
"Utter faith" Nellie said, blush.
ing and shaking her head.
7Then / wish-I do wish the hail
may be like mine."
Manfred Lowth spoke with nc
raillery; yet, he hardly knew why
he spoke as he did. There was a
moment of swift thought in both
their minds.
Manfred Lowth had committed
himself-as an honorable man he
had committed himself. He had
no right to say such thing IN such
a tone unless he meant what he
said. So he stood half condemned
looking down at Nellie's sweet, agi-
tated face.
She was lovely. AS he knew her.
she was sweet, innocent, affection
ate girl; but the thought of marry
ing her never entered his head until
that moment. His ideal was older
and graver, as one to understand
him thoroughly must have been.
He fancied face of more power,
deeper eyes, and strong effect; but
he read Alright the eye and lips be-
fore him; their meaning was very
sweet and thrilling.
Nellie blushed with distress
under his eyes. He searched her
face resolutely. Such a face had
pursued him once, when he was a
mere boy, and loved with his pas
sionate first love. He dropped her
hands at last, and stepped back.
'fAre you going to school this
summer ?" he asked, plucking a
dry leaf from the geranium on the
window sill.
"Yes, 1 graduate in july"
ooh! yes; had forgotten. And
in July comes your birthday ?''
eyes, / am eighteen in july"
She was womanly for her. age,
after all. IF he could only be sure
that she was not as light-hearted as
she was fair! But that pretty way
of tossing back her curls was Bessie
Bradford's own. He did not wish
to be fooled twice by the same style.
So he chatted about the school ex-
the closing of the library,
and the military review in April,
and finally took his leave.
"He thinks me only child, and
/ love him so" she murmured, Sob
bing bitterly. II hate my baby
face! And he always finds me
doing some childish thing. Iwish
I were dead !"
She cried herself nearly ill, but
escaped undetected to her room
when her brother came in. The
next day she heard that Manfred
Lowth had gone to New York.
The spring wore on and Nellie
Dare grew pale and grave. Her
mother became anxious. Nellie
was surely studying too hard. She
could never bear the excitement of
the exhibition. so Nellie was
taken almost by force from school
and to Nahant.
Nahant's sea breeZes had no ef-
feet. Nellie's chaperon, Mrs. Ber-
tram, of Boston, recommended |
tonics and bathing, adrives and fiirt-
ing, and did her best TO have her
carried into effect; but |
Nellie endured everything listlessly |
and finally begged, in answer to her |
aunt's expostulations, to be left en-
tirely alone. She would be better |
so. Mrs. Bertram gave UP in de- /
spair, and Nellie read and dreamed |
in solitude, or sat idly on the rocks
the sea. The wild wind |
Drowned her face and blew very
faint roses in her cheeks; but days |
and weeks crept by, while Mrs..
Bertram bemoaned that Nellie
never could be like other girls,
One fine morning fishing party |
came to the hotel. They We're en-
tered upon the books as sManfred I
Lowth, of Boston; Edward How
land, of Manchester, N. H." &c.
Nellie. my dear, do hurry, Mr.. /
Lowth is here from Boston is well |
gentlemanly, and of ex-
cellent character. You can never !
expect to make a brilliant match
having no expectations yourself; L
this just the thing for you.
Now, Nellie, if you have your wits
about you, instead Of being SO indif-
'erent to everything, | shall be
thankful. Why there is no answer
ng what that pretty face of yours
might do, if you would only see
your chances Terry Holmes de-
,lareS you the prettiest girl here,
md his father is millionaire. Just
,hink of it, Nellie ?''
Nellie, strangely pale, with her
back to her aunt, turned Macassar
IN her handkerchief, saying, chok-
ngly:
"What Mr.. Lowth, auntie?''
Manfred Lowth. He is a ship
per from Boston. Belongs to my
iet." - 1'2s E. - siiT aa
Nellie found another handker-