Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1881-12-03
Love IN CHICAGO.
A Romance with Soft, Tender
Moral Behind IL.


Arthur AinsIeigh rose wearily
from the bed on which he had toss
ed resleSsly during the long watches
of the night, and scanned with
eager eyes the morning paper OF
the previous day, which his laudia-
dy, a kindly soul, had left in tho
room. When -inl health, Arthur
was as handsome a man as one
could wish to look upon. Reared
in the lap of luxury, and dandled
carefully on the knee of the same
party, he had been cast, by the dis
appearance of bank cashier, upon
the mercies of a cold and pitiless
world, when just about to enter
upon life, whose horizon undim-
med, except by the rose.tinted
clouds of prosperity, which tiecked
its uttermOst rim. But Arthur was
not of the kind that gives way to
despair. Although deserted by
those who had fawned upon him in
the days of prosperity, he had conf
denca in his own pure soul and
strong heart. A position as book
keeper in a shooting-gallery had
sufficed TO keep him from actual
want, but an attack Of fever left
him penniless, and save for his
landlady, friendless.
While reading the paper an ad-
vertisement for young man TO act
as Private Secretary met his eye.
He answered it, and the next day
received reply, telling him to call
at residence in the fashionable
quarter Of the city that evening.
He was on hand at the appointed
time, and was shown by liveried
servant INTO a asumptuouslyfu furnish
ed parlor, where sat a fine looking
man of so, who turned his head IA
Arthur entered.
"Mr. Ainsleigh, presume ?" he
said.
"Yes, sir; have 1 the honor Of
addressing Mr.. Stuyvesant Nc
"That is my name; sit down.
But why do you wear a business
suit when calling upon a gentleman
in the evening?"
"My claw-hammer coat Is in
hoe" responded the young man.
t'Hump, you are honest"
1t is needless to detail the conver-
sation between the two men. i5uf-
fee il to say that Arthur was en-
gagged as private secretary to Stuy-
| Vesant Mcclure, pork-packer and
/ politician, and was to be a member
Of the household. The next day he
entered upon his duties, not having
seen the other members of the fam
Fily, wife and daughter. lie met
them at supper. Alberta MCGUIRE
was Just twenty, and full Of the bud =
ding beauty of young womanhOod =.
Her hair was a deep, rich brown,
which, in the sunlight, had a tinge
of gold in its high lights, while ia
| its shadows il was almost black.
Her eyes were deeply brown, and SO
tender, so soft, that no man ever
failed to admit their power, Her
nose was small and straight--too
small, almost, to be easily blown,
and she was a perfect picture OF
proud patriciaH beauty.
Arthur and Alberta soon became
friendly, but of course il was only
the friendship of a superior for n
servant, for Arthur was only her
fathers secretary. One evening the
entire family were in the parlol
when BERTHE Cecil, society young
man who sought in marriage Alber-
ta's hand, called. After some des-
ultory conversation, Alberta asked
BERTHE to play, and going TO the pi-
anos he rendered Beethoven's ninth
synonym-that beautiful remedy
for driving cats out Of the neighbor-
hood-ln a thoroughly artistic man.
ner. Alberta was in raptures, but
Mr.. Mcclure did not seem pleased.
Turning to Arthur, he said "Can
you not play Y'
i Now was our hero's chance. Go
ing to the piano he struck a few
chords softly, choosing that mex.
pressibly tender and melancholy
| key-D fat minor. Then he ran
through a few modulations and
glided.into 'tThe Skids Are Out 10.
day." AS he sat there the memory
of the days when he had sat beiors
the old familiar instrument IN ms
fathers house came over him--tht
days when he might have met thi:
woman as an equal, and have tolc
her of the love which was growing
in his heart--and he played with !
!. depth of feeling that astonlshec
even himself. When he had fin
ished Alberta simply said ''Phani
YOU" but the tone of her voice wa
lender. and there was suspicious
moisture in her eyes. Arthur wen
, to his room, bowed himself to Ia
:. labor and wrote on into the wan
ING night until.his brain reeled, hi
ewes burned and letters danced be
fore his eyes and his nerveless hant
, refused to hold the pen. Then h
went to his bed, but only to dream o
those queenly eyes and that proug
head, crowned with the coronal o
gold-brown hair.
The next day Alberta WAS NOR
, friendly, and even showed him
blue dog which she had painted o
a tea-cup. "Are you esthetic," sh
asked. =
, "No," responded Arthur .a'Dl
: New Yorker by BIRTH" -
| The pink suffusion ofabldsh sol
! into her cheeks at these words, hu
she only said, eau revotr MI
8 Ainsleigh ~ and Arthur III hi
: cherry voice SAID, "Over-tlie-riNei
} to-you."
That night he was again lequesl
ed to play tde piano. His selectiCl
3 was q double song and dance arrau
5 ged for the piano by Listzsand wa
2 a bit of music that Aftaar loved
3 On that night Us sadness stole owe
/ his mind like an echo OF his on
f thoughts. He forgot where he wa
5 who were around him = he played q
? his feelings swayed him, and nj
= music was filed with tears. lie di
t not remember himself or his SUI
5 roundings until the old gentleman
snore awoke him TO a knowledge
/ his surroundings then he saw ths
+ Alberta had bent her head f0rwar
: over the keys, and was shakin
e with a storm of sobs.
4 She sat down at the piano, and b
: stood beside her. They played oii
j. Of Chopin's noctuTne's, soft, ter
e der tonepoem. AS the mus
d ceased, Arthur saw that Alberta
eyes were full Of tears. Almcs
without knowing what he did, h
= leaned forward and kissed her farl
!. heads She looked up at him quiel
= ly, with startled glance, then 81
4 l'bent down again, and her wheN
= form shook with s0bs.
] stFofgive me-" he said, " va.
3 mad / will go"
2 He turned to leave her, but 81
= 4 laid. her band upon bis ARA
= GDon't 90. - she said In very 10