Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1882-01-21


4 RAISE AND It's REsULTs.-Out
upon the solemn stiffness of the star
lit night pealed the tones of the church
bells; those braZen-throated harbingers
of peace and good will to men. Sweet
was their jangling as they rang out to
all alike-the rich and the poor, the
old and the young, the invalid on a bed
of pain and the sturdy man who had
never known sickness-a farewell to
the old year that would so soon be gone
forever.
1t was on this night-a night whose
every hour is hailowed and sOftened
by the tender memories that cluster
round the latest moments OF Il dying
year-that Pansy Perkins, the soft
eyed, Olive-skinned belle of the social
circle in which she moved, stood be-
meath the mellow glow of turned
down gas-jet in the parlor of her fathers
paIatial residence and looked, with a
sad, plying expression on her pure,
North Side features, at a young man
who was nervously pulling at don't
Observation-Disclosures mousta-
che, while a look of pain fitted ever
and anon across his features.
mo, Cigaret- Charley" she said, using
the name by which he was known
among the wild, reckless set with which
he associated; Il can never be your
bride. know that you love me deeply
and truly and that to win a love like
yours is something of which any wo-
man might be proud, twill not deny
Reginald and here the girl stepped
closer to him and placed a soft white
hand in his, while the deep brown eyes
that could lure a soul through Inferno
or to st. Louis cleaned forth with a
topaz tint that intoxicated with the
sweet nectar of love all who came
within their gaze-"that with you
could live happily forever in the Lotus
islands of a Chicago boarding-hous
but my father says-and you know
how adore my dear, kind papa.-that
YOU are not of the nervOusly-active
pushing sort that always gets ahead in
the world; that he does not object to
my marrying a poor man, but that
man must be one who will rise in the
wOrid-'a hustler from Hustletown,
| as dear papa says. So we must part"
"Pansy-Niiss Perkins" said Regi-
Maid in those deep, thrilling tones OF
his, Il cannOt-indeed cannot let you
go. Stay one moment-only one mo-
ment"
How that rich voice rang in her
ears. Despite herself it moved her
strangely. Very well" she said. Il will
stay"
Darling hastily to the hat-rack in the
front hall, Reginald fumbled for mo-
ment in the upper left-hand pocket OF
his overcoat and drew therefrom a
piece of white paper. Returning to
| the parlor, he knelt beside the fauteuil
on which Pansy had thrown herself
in an agony of grief, and kissed away
the bitter tears of pain and sorrow that
were swelling up into the beautiful
| brown eyes.
See, mye darling" he exclaimed
eagerly, placing the paper before her
Look at this, my precious one"
Pansy opened her eyes and gazed
languidly at the paper. What is it
| TOotsie?' she murmured.
Drawing himself up proudly and
holding in one hand the paper and in
! the other his pancake hat, Reginald
Green said in proud tones:
at is a notice of my promotion to
| the ribbon counter. Hereafter my
salary viii be twelve dollars per week
Pansy, my precious one, we are saved
The girl looked at him lovingly
you bet we are" she said, and her
arms were clasped about his thirteen
inch neckina an ecstasy of passion.-Ch
cagO Tribune.