Clarksville daily chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1884-188?, 1884-11-06

dition to a well-filed pocket book, why,
what is 65l
To count sixty-five distinct summers,
and sixty-fve mellow autunns, that
browse into peaceful winters and
awaken in refreshing springs, is a great
privilege. Think of the accumulation
of ideas and experiences, of friends and
memories. A rare age, surely, to be en-
joyed in spite of rheumatic twinges.
Maj. Weatherbeam, buttoning his
elegant fall overcoat about him as he
strobe down the avenue under the
naples, was sure he would not give his
ripe perfection for the callow and taste
less experience of the past. He smiled
up at the. bright foliage, and knocked
the head off struggling aster in his
complaceney. He found dime for a
little boy peeping, wide-eyed, into a
candy-shop, and stood still to watch the
urcfIfn as he bo1ted for the door, and.
nodded in good fellowship TO woman
who watched with him amused. The
majors little terrier followed, for once,
quite unrebuked, and turned with him
up broad macadamiZed street at
the right. The firm stride traversed
two blocks quickly, and paused
before brown stone mansion, with a
pine-dotted lawn in front. One naturally
puffs little at the end of long walk,
whether one is 65 or not, and if
by nature discreet, pauses awhile to
regain the breath before venturing to
call on ladies. Any tidy man will dust
his clothes little with his handkerchief,
and twist his moustache triae when he
wishes to look well. The major presses
the bell beside the stately door, and
stands erect. A little pause follows in
which he listens to the wind running
the gamut Of elfn melody in those
grouped pines; then the heavy doors
unfold; a salute no younger man could
initiate; an inquiry, and closed doors
again, withthBbmajor inside. The man
sion is divided in quarters by two huge
halls, and q wide fireplace gives
forth glorious radiation of heat
and light over the statues and frescoed
walls. The major. seats himself before
the blaze, and counts the tiles and de-
,ciphers the incriptions about the mAntel.
There is a rustic of silk skirts, and a tap
of feet on the oak stairs. The major
rises, with sudden rush of blood to the
head-not apoplectic, surely-and sa-
Mtes thu eddraped figure through the
i1terstices of the balustrade.
He handed the lady down the last
steps, and led her across the hall, while
a green parrot hoped at her heels.
Miss Margery' voice was like
violoncello- ut is not usual for bust
ness-man like myself to call on lady Of
an afternoon,3
Therefore, sir, is the honor all tho
greater posing one toe on the fender
to aid her balance III the high-seated
leather chair. ,ih'' H ri.
therefore is the need great, my dear
young ladyW
"Ohl ha! hal hap' in musical stacoato
from the high chair. At IS one Is
too dignifed to like such q laugh in con-
nection with ones self. ="
eyes, Miss Wheatcroft, l felt I could
not, in justice to you or myself, remain
longer without oonfessing to you my at
titude toward YOU" i'
ooh, how kind of you, very sincerely
81 looked looked for you all day yes
terday, sra little hurriedly, with the
red deepening about the dimples.
The majors head gave an Involuntary
jerk. Girls were, once, more deoorous
His deceased Julia Ann would never
have shown s1ch impulsiveness. Yet it
must be contested twas extremely fiat
tering; and then, good heavens, what
eyesl The apoplectic symptoms re-
turned. --.t' <
Miss Margery, how gracious of you
IN = Tt,,nfo r ka,oal
eyes, and was making all sorts of
plans for us two. Poll, come down.
Major, she's trying to pull your hairl
Look ont, sir; she'll scratch you'll Here,
give her to mel There, Miss Poll, you
sit on my chair. You can't pull my
hair, because don't reach up high
enough-hal ha! ha!-eh, MAORI" her
teeth cleaning out in the glow from the
cedar fire. eyes, am thinking, you
see, how proud l should be Of you.
You are so tall, and-now, don't mind,
for I'm going to flatter you all the rest
Of your days--and so handsomei And
how proud hoped you would be of mel"
"a .half-rising attitude on the part Of the
major, who Is forgetting decorum, and
how girls were 40 years ago.
OlA, lnayolS you aio hh0liB Cho ultaho
too hot. How stupid of me to let you
roast in that manner. Here, let nae put
up the screen. Isn't 1t q pretty one1 en-
broidered it myself. SEQ, il represents
an Italian princess under an Hex tree.
think she looks trife like your son,
Ned, only, of course, he's not done in
Kensington. Well, / was planning thas
once in o white, on very grand COCA
sions, you might take me out with
you+----"
"Once m a while, madam The major
was vast substantial protest. ....
''Oh, know, of course, what you
think you have to ssy. But don't do H.
Besides, we couldn't leave Ned behind
very often" A lurking laugh in the
corners Of two brown eyes. ''Or, he
might go with Aunt Maria, cha
Oh--o--o-~op O. - 'jSi''
The major couldn1 see anything
funny in that commonplace arrange
ment
my dear Miss Margery"-(Confound
those chairsl A man couldn't move