The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1884-04-17
Her Own True Love.

. r. ENORA Otis and her ga
young sister Sara were sittin
57SSH one summer morning in
= E33 pleasant upper chamber, tie
windows of which opened upon
balcony covered with the bloom c
iassamine and deep hearted roses
Lenora was engaged with an intri
- cate piece of embroidery, while Sa
ra was rocking herself, half burieC
in 2 luxurious arm chair, tridin{
{ with delicate ivory fan that la.
on her lap.
eyes, "said Sara in continuation o
their conversation, "men are neve
so ungraceful as when making love
A male friend is a luxury; hus
> band also is, suppose, if he hap
pens to be kind one, but that in
termediate class, called lovers, are
regular bores."
"Yet you encourage many Of them
and seem to enjoy their attentions ~
ooh yes What else can a young
girl do? Still, it is very tiresome," )"
Sara continued, with a musical
laugh, "after one has waitzed and
sung. quoted poetry and talked all
kinds Of nonsense with a young
man until it is a puzzle to know
which of you is the most heartless,
to have him come plump down on
the subject of matrimOny,a as though
that was the legitimate result Of
every such insipid acquaintance
ship. For my part 1 never had a
beau land here she futtered her
FAM whom 1 was not heartily tired |
of after he had proposed. There
was Tom Jennings, for instance.
thought him exceedingly handsome
but when he went on his knees to
me and swore he should die if did
not take pity on him, he looked so
idiotic that l have detested him
ever since. Then there was"
"Oh, my dear child" interrupted
Lenors, ''spare me the list of your
rejected suitors. Your destined
husband has not yet made his ap-
pearance. Wait until.
Here loud ringing of the door
bell was heard and Sara gave
nervous spring towards the mirror,
smoothing her rumpled curls with
haste that brought smile to Le- .
nora's face.
"Whom are you expecting now?'
she asked.
''No one in particular, Sara repli
ed. A moment afterWard, when a q
servant came into the room to an S
nounce Mr.. Andrew Sinclair, she a
was back in her seat by the win
dow, rocking and toying with her i"
fan, apparently as unconcerned as Il
though that name had not sent a
quick thrill to her heart. "Tell him .
l will be down presently" she said. u
Sara went again to the mirror, II
and, after composing her bright, L
happy visage into an expression Of g
descended to the draw u
ing-room.
When Sara came into the pres l
ence of Mr.. Sinclair, she extended n
both hands to hiA with happy g
smile upon her countenance, then, Z
as if suddenly recollecting herself, d
drew them back again with a for L
NAL bow of recognition, passed him u
and took a seat. 1t was evident "
that the willful girl was playing S
part. Could it be that she saw D
what was coming-that a PRESENT. .
ment of that visit and it's result had L
dictated her merry speeches in the a
chamber? Be that as it may, half
an hour had not elapsed before she e
knew that Sinclair's heart, hand
and fortune (the latter not remark 1
ably large, by the way) were at her
disposal.
Without deigning to reply to her
lovers gallant, straightforward Z
speech, she sat with blushing face,
evidently pleased with what Mr..
Sinclair had said, yet at the same T
time thinking: I
Well, he is the first man 1 ever L
heard say such silly things without 1
making a fool of himself! Besides S
he is altogether too calm to suit me.
Sara shook her head meaningly be r
hind the fan she was holding up for s
a screen, adding internally: 81 t
wonder if could snore like Uncle L
Saul does in meeting? Wouldn't it F
plague Andrew if he thought 1 had a
been asleep all the while he was I
talking so prettily." V
Sara's eyes danced with merri
ment as she gave two or three heavy
breathings and followed them up S
with a nasal explosion. 1t was
threatrically done, and Andrew b
sprang up surprised, mortified and L
chagrined.
"You little witch you mischievous
elf! you imp of wickednessr' eZ-
claimed the relieved lover as he
sprang to her side and canght ner
arm with grasp that made her CRY
out:
You deserve a good shaking for
your behaviorp'
Then lowering his voice he said
gravely: "Wil you never have done
tormenting me? If yrlu love me
cannot you be generorl IS enough to
tell me so-and, if v ou do not, am /
sal?''
Words leaped to Sara's lips that
would have done credit to her wo-
manly natUre, and made her lover ex-
ceedlng happy; but, although she
mad long ago given him her hearts
warmest affection, she was not yet
quite ready to relinquish her raile-
ry; she intended to go one step
further before she placed her hand /
IN his and told him he was
dearer to her than all the world be- !
side, so she checked the tender re-
snonse that was trembling on her ]
tongue.
"Sara, listen TO mer' I've said, at !
length, "is it generous or just to
trifle with me thus-tC turn into '