Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1882-05-13

! story or Love, Jedio0Sf dnC HnppT
Reconciliation.
"a pretty woman in grass,
orchard, gathering apples on a sun
ny September day. What could bt
pIeasanter thought DR.. Coventry
as he paused to speak to swee
Cecily Seymour, who stood by the
sunniest wall pushing the brown
hair from her flushed face.
Such a bonnie face, fresh and
bright as summer dawn, with
clear gray eyes fringed about with
dusky brow and lash, like a cleal
lake edged around with rushes.
"What do you think of uncle to
day, doctor%'
III fancy he is better, Miss Cecily
but he still needs great care, and
must be kept quiet"
Cecilly shrugged her plump shoul-
ders as she said little impatientiy.
"What a pity he has such bad
temper"
"Indeed it is; it goes against him
tremendously. am afraid it makes
it rather unpleasant for you, too.
Is there no one who would come and
help yOu"
"NO; and if they were | would
rather take care of him myself. l
owe him that for his-care of me-"
She rubbed a red-checked apple on
her gown rs she spoke, and passed
it to the doctor, saying: "4Ou Will
find it sweet" :,
$50 Should your lips, Hebe," T"
thought the doctor, as he dug his
strong white teeth into the sweet,
juicy fruit.
DR.. Coventry sat down on rus
tic seat while CeciIy continued to
pick apples.
Presently she jumped down from
the low ladder with little cry of
pain as she came to earth.
The doctor caught a tempting
glimpse of white stocking and daln-
ty buckled shoe.
What's the matter, Miss Cecily"
he asked, with a smile at the pretty
puckered face.
"Oh, a bee has got up my sleeve,
and stung me-"
She tucked up her pink cotton
sleeve, barring all the beauty OF her
snowy dimpled arm, whose fairness
was stung by a wee brown bee.
:tHe must pay for his presump-
ton" said the doctor, securing the
remedy for the hurt.
AS he applied 1t he raised the
pretty plump arm towards nm, ana,
boWing his face upon it, kissed the
soft flesh rapturOusly.
Cecily flushed up above her inno-
cent eyes.
"Forgivc me, DEAR" said he,
softly; Il could not resist the temp
tation."
"Silly fellow" she said smiling.
81 am afraid | am silly indeed,
for have learned to love you, and
want you to come and brighten my
life. Will you marry me, Cecily ~
Her honest eyes scanned his close
ly for a few seconds, then she SAID
in sweet, shaken voice, her lips
trembling at her daring.
"Are you in earnest? Have you
how serious a question
you have asked me?''
"Of course | have considered, and
am in earnest, darling. Tell me
what is your answer. Be kind to
me, Cecily, for L love you, dear
love you beyond all else the world
contains"
"Then if it will be for your happi-
ness, | consent.
"Win it be for your happiness, too
little woman ?"
For answer she took up his strong
brown hand and pressed her lips to |
It with humble abandon, strange in |
me whose looks showed pride in
every lineament.
II believe you love me little, |
Deauty."
"I love you more than | can say"
That evening CeciIy had to walk
20 the village to get some fancled |
need for her peevish old uncle, who
vas invalided through gOut. The
.oad was dark and dreary, but she
lid not notice the gloom for her
leart sang within her at the thought
If her handsome lovers fond
of love and future guar
Cecily's life had been lonely
me, shut out of the world by the
,ride of ner uncle, who, from being !
landed gentleman, had sunk,
through improvidence and gam
,ling, into a simple yeoman, who
armed few acres where once he
lad lorde1 it as owner OF a vast do
main.
The first CLEAN of clear, undying
unshine in Cecily's life had come
o her out of the young London
Ioctor's dark eyes. Now she was
u be his wife, and live in the pretty
White house on the hill, with every
hing in life to make her happy.
10 wonder her heart sang within
Ter, and her step was light as the
eat Oi her happy heart.
In the dark highway presently
he paused out of breath, at the
nd of the road where she could see
he lights of the village. A little
ottage 0T7aee stood by where she
waited, cottage that had caught
n air of mystery from its beautiful
OF whom the Villagers
new nothing.
IT'S hard to be virtuous in viii
age, SO perhaps this lovely, lonely
YOman deserved what was said of
er.
Ceclyi was wondering what the
widows past had been
Ihen the door opened and tall
)rm stood in the doorway. 1t was
he figure of a mana figure she
incied she knew. His voice started
II the blood to her heart. 1t was
he voice of Doctor Coventry, who
aid, in the soft loving tone she
new so well:
sally, dear, you are sweet little
to be so Silly jealous.
Where is the woman who could RI
al you? Kiss me, dear, and say /
ood night. I'll come tomorrow at
he usual time. Meanwhile, rest
1 assure you you hold un-
ivided empire in the heart OF the
nan you love"
Ceciiy saw the pretty flaXen head
plifted and saw her kings" lips
eek the WinSOme mouth of this
ueerly, dark-rObed woman who
ad overshadowed with a dark de-
pair all the glow and glory of her
awning happiness. Then she saw
er lover pass SO near that she could
ave stayed him with her hand /;
ass on, carelessly and cheerfully
gay tune.
How her tleart achedi What a
udden sickening pain possessed
er. oh, if she could but die. and
D forget her pain, her agony of
isappointment and never-ending /
rief. b