The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1885-08-27
A NAV Memory.

The May sun was stealing along the
tops of the hog-backs and playing on
the ripples Of the Fourth street gutter.
The powdered adobe along the dusty
thoroughfare was now and then dis
turbed by gentle zephyr and lifted
over into another ward, and the bare,
leafless trees looked like grim senti-
nels, with their buds nearly ready to
shoot, glorious but brief period when
delicate veil of hushed stiffness hung
around the only genuine brain
repository in precinct No. /, and the
undelicate main guy hung around the
door to hit some new mash lick with
his handkerchief; when the old gold
Thomas II. cat beats tattoo on the
back fence with his narrative, and
the commercial tourist drums the
merchants of the city lor large bill
of spring goods when the honest
farmer works in his early cucumber
orchard, and the young lady makes a
fifty cent flower garden in the front
yard: when poetic damsels pluck
from the changing seasons several
slabs of rhymic soul on spring and
send them to the country editor for
publication, and the unpoetic house
wife plucks the car-spring chicken Of
the year a. The lovely consumptlve
coughed lung into the gutter, the
young man who was trying to make a
mash kept lodging back and forth,
out and in the door, and the coarse
voice OF a bad man, who was comfort
ably full Of bug spit, reverberated
through the silent aisles of Gutter
corner, in harmony with the unpoetic
whistle of fresh kid calling his only
girl. That is about the kind of day
it was when light-hearted girl, tired
OF canarying around the the city,
came into Dicer Smiths lair
Il am always so happy here" she
commenced. especially in the spring,
as the vesperian shadows steal timid-
ly over toward Pueblo, for then my
thoughts float back to the many hap
Ply hours we spent together, that have
now drifted off into the got up remote
ly."
"Glad to hear it, he said abruptly,
"you must come often. The quiet
ness will do you good and we will
gather many gobs of rare, bright ex-
perience and arrange them in quaint
designs in our memory"
ooh, you are so goodW she said in
tones OF deep, answering devotion.
II would much rather sit here with
you than walk in the busting city"
"You would?" he inquired, with a
slight tremor in his voice.
"IndeedL would" she responded.
"When here alone with you ] feel per-
fectly happy"
"And SO do I, he chanted, as he
reached his hand down into his coat
pocket and toyed nervously with a
button of his last girls cloak. $50 do
], my dear, because this quiet little re-
treat is just about three blocks from
, the nearest skating rink, and there
are no would-be-dudes around to try
and catch onto you"
Then she wrapped her white, shape.
ly arms around his neck and kissed
him for luck. Then she laughed a
long, mirthful smile. Her rich, red
lips parted, and there flashed upon
the scene two rows Of beautiful white
teeth. Slowly her mouth opened
wider and wider. Deeper grew tht
dimples in her lovely cheeks Bright
er danced the sunbeams in her eyes
until stray ray, darting through The
window, illuminated the deep cavern
Of her mouth, bringing into view tht
back of her head. Then, seeing hin
gaze intently upon her with an in
jured air, she shut her jaw and dark
nnss fell unon the scene