The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-01-04
Course Of True Love.

mi ISIS Majendie stares thought
I'VE fully beneath her broad
Gt& brimmed summer hat. She
S6s0S is sitting on the beach, and
every little curve in the wet sand
with her parasol, scarcely aware of
the fact herself, she is thinking SO
deeply.
1t is not at all Miss Majendie's
usual custom to be sitting so very
quietly by herself, so let US take ad-
vantage of the opportunity, and find
out what she is like.
In the first place, she is tall and
graceful; we are quite sure Of that,
even though she is sitting on the
ground. Just now you may declare
her very sober and thoughtful
young lady, though you may change
your mind, perhaps, half an hour
from now.
The face is straight and fair, and
delicately cut. The eyes are deep
wine brown; the -fringed lids
have a way of dropping over them
every few moments which is very
bewildering. The mouth is small
and rose-red, half inclined to be al
ways smiling, half inclined to take
a naughty curve. Altogether, there
is an air about Miss Cecilia Majen-
die which is bewitching,
At last Miss Majendie wakes to a
realization of the fact that the
bathers are leaving the beach, and
that the dinner hour is drawing
nigh.
AS she rises to her feet, prepare
tory to sauntering toward the Artic
House, she finds that the spot on
which she stands is surrounded with
innumerable C's, which she has
traced in the sand with her parasol.
Feeling half-vexed with herself,
Cecilia deliberately steps on them
to obliteE rate all sights of their hay-
ing beer there. The disinterested
observer may think the letters were
scrawled there because G is the
initial letter of Cecilia's name; but
the DISTINGUISHED observer is apt to
Uc very uuCH ullSGdhcH.
If Carol Whiting had seen those
letters 1 think he would have been
quite conceited enough to declare
that @ stood for Carol, and not
Cecilia.
The Arctic House is certainly not
misnomer, for the dining-room of
the hotel is deliciously cool and
breezy, Notwithstanding the sultri-
ness Of the day without.
There has been a new arrival
Miss Majendie can see that at a
glance as she enters; for the guests
of the Arctic have an expectant,
wide-awake look generally absent in
this dull summer resort, where the
greatest sensations always looked
forward to with bouudless joy, are
weekly picnics or the arrival of the
mails.
Carol Whiting, of all men, hand
some, careless, distingue as ever!
Cecilia biLes her rose-red underlip
with vexation, and wonders what
brought him here now, when he
hhOho INV 1ICA ILL
Carmichael, is set against him.
Carol makes an involuntary step
forward as she comes up, but she
sweeps calmly by, without so much
as looking at him.
She wishes to show him that she
is very much displeased with him,
indeed-to punish him for tagging
her here. Besides, Mrs. Car
michael is watching them intently,
anything but pleased at seeing Car
rol Whiting at the Arctic. Cecilia
chats gaily with her neighbor, vi
vacious little Faenchman, while
Carol glowers fiercely at them from
the other side of the table, to the
intense amusement of Cecilia S
who know, or think they
know, all about this charming little
romance from zeal life being played
before them.
Mrs. Carmichael is highly de-
lighted to think that Cis is COM
mencing to show a little sense at
last-that she has given that penni-
less upstart, Carol Whiting, til cut
direct. For Mrs. Carmichael is
very rich, and Cecilia Majendie Is
sole heiress to the boundless Car
acres and endless bank &C
count.
THE course of true love never
did run smooth" it is said, and this
truth poor Cecilia learns, when Mrs.
discovers her penchant
for Carol Whiting.
Mrs. Carmichael declares, with
cold, cutting displeasure on her fair,
face, that she will cut
Cis off with a shilling, if she mar
ries Carol Whiting. Then she dis
misses the subject without further
and takes her niece with her |
to the seaside.
1 suppose if Cis Majendie had
been the heroine of a novel she
would have flown to. her lover on the
wings of love and married him on
5he spot, not bestowing one merce
nary thought on the cool million of
dollars she was leaving behind.
But l must be candid, however
ashamed I feel of my heroine, and
say she does nothing of the kind;
being a modern nineteenth century
girl, she has a very sensible idea of
,he value of filthy lucre."
She loves Carol dearly, but she
owes the good things of this life
llso- She means to keep her lover,
and she means to have the money,
100, if that be possible.
After dinner Mrs. Carmichael re-
Tres to her room for her accustomed
nap, and CHS goes out for a game of
She knows that Carol
will follow her, but is apparently
deeply absorbed in an interested
contemplation of the stripes on her
mallet when he comes up.
"Miss Majendie," he says, in
low voice, full of jealous pain and
displeasure.
"Why, Mr.. Whiting, is that really
YOU" says CHS, lifting her exquisite
vivant face, and flashing those be-
eyes at him. "This is in
deed surpriseT in an abominably
formal tone.
"And not an agreeable surprise,
either, it seems" says Carol, furi-
ously gnawing his blonde mustache. !