The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-08-10

90 nOnOr even TO n OalOralIne.
Alice was silent, and outside the
open door, in the hall, Carmie had
come, all unheard, in her slippered
feet, but not unhearing, and stood
silent also. She was not vain, so
felt a strange delight in this mans
words, cruel and heartless as they
were; but she was proud and sensi-
tive, and her eyes flashed and some
thing Of the superb power that Jud-
son Galbraithe had prophesied for
ten years hence thrilled her as she
stood there; then, nothing but girl,
she shivered as she thought how
easily she could have been won by
this careless, handsome man, had
she been wealthy-won, but not
loved; and she crept quietly away,
wondering if she could ever be any
thing to be proud of-anything but
a poor maid gOverness.
x x
Thirty today Once I should
have considered myself old at this
age, with the best of my life passed
and little before me to enjoy; but
now 1 am very happy, thankful and
content"
Carmie Rrownell was looking
across the blue sea waters, her hand
resting on the railing Of the balcony,
her calm sweet face grave and
thoughtful.
The climbing ivy and roses threw
fluttering leaf shadows and sunshine
upon her tall, 1.-THE form, and people
upon the beach below turned to look
a second time at the unconscious
figure.
"Who is she, Leicester?'
"Miss Brownen.'
SIS that all there is to say of
her?"
''No; 1 might talk a day or two
about her, and you would be as little
acquainted.
"You are unusually reticent. She
must have incurred your lordship's
displeasure, and YOU punish by
ignoring her.
1--WE are good friends; but 1 knew
that your question was prompted by
idle curiosity, and thought I would
wait until you met her. She has
won a fair fame and considerable
wealth, 1 believe, by untiring labor
and patience. She has triumphed
over every obstacle, met trouble and
disappointment that would have
crushed any woman less brave, and
now from it all she brings instead of
a cynical, selfish nature, one so
thoroughly pure that men are made
better by her living"
''She is wealthy, famous, but still
unmarriedP'
eyes, and even an old maid, if
you like, but no one ever thinks of
that"
Philip Leicester frowned, and
there was n ring of displeasure IN
his strong, sweet voice. 1t angered
him to hear this cool questioning,
even from a friend.
DR.. Galbraithe at his side, hand
some, fascinating, worldly wise, and
q trihe worldly-wild, turned again
to look at the white-robed figure.
They sauntered back an hour
later, just as Miss Brownen was
tightening her reins over her high
stepping blacks.
"Those are magnificent animals,
by iover' exclaimed Galbraithe.
Eyes; she handles them perfectly,
too"
And PhiPs dark eyes flashed, and
wonderful light came over his face
with the smile and bow he gave
Carmie Brownell; while she gave a
glance at both but a smile only to
one as she dashed by.
And a second time that day the
fastidious Galbraithe turned to look
at q woman.
The summer passed, rs all sum
mers have a way of doing, and one
night when the season was almost
ended, Carmie Brownell stood upon
the terrace in the moonlight listen
ing to the roar and moan of the
waters.
Judson Galbraithe found hel
there, looking like some still, restfu
picture; but she turned with her ole
smile as he asked, did you come
to escape the crowd?"
"No; for had the crowd been here
1 should have stayed, love the Sc;
so much. 1 never dance, you know
and shall not be missed"
Il missed you and searched unit
l found you-dreaming."
perhaps 1 am given to dream
ing, but tonight was thinking o
my past life"
"Your past, like your present, i
good to remember"
He spoke with a shade of bitter
ness, for what did hers make hi
own careless, worldly one appear
Il was only thinking of the start
ing point. Shall we return?"
mot unless you wish it, for l hav
wanted to see you alone, but hav
not been able to do so. You mus
know what it is 1 have to tell, 70
no man can be with you withou
} learning to love and respect you
My life is not worthy to offer, bu
! you can make me what you viii
I Oh, Carmie, / love you; l love you
viii you say that you care for me
and will he my wife?
, His face was pale with the grea
passion which thrilled his soul, hi
Q eyes were blrning and bright a
: they searched her face for on
tender look, and his hands close
Z upon hers with a fierce o'ermaste
: ing grasp; but she was looking ava
from his face beyond the line ,
;, harbor lights, and the very st
: itself, as she asked slowly, rs
= myself or my hundred thousan
n that you would marryY
All the scorn and subdued fee
n ings of those twelve years rang OF
= in the clear, proud voice.
9 "Yourselfl What do l care f
i your wealth? Come To me pc
8 niless, but for your love will VOL
d for both; only tell me ca
d dearest"
y await until L repeat your wor,
J. II. twelve years ago. Let me she
E: - how we'll remember. Y,
!, said of Carmie Brownell, a poor al