The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-05-21

light Indolently raising my eyes
saw sitting not five feet from m
his head thrown back on the purp
velvet of the chair, his eyes inter
on book, that very ubiquitou
person, Mr.. Frank Pierson. Z
you think l rose gracefully, thanl
ed him for services rendered an
made my exit from the room.
No, you are mistaken. INSTEAD
1 gave an angry little jump, COZ
fronting him like q young tigres'
How ashamed l am now when l r'
member it! But think what a sill
spectacle 1 had presented, soun
asleep, and with my mouth wild
open.
81 might have spared you til
trouble of acting SIS my guard, Nj
Person." l said, irately, chad
known that in entering here 1 wa
intrudiDg upon your domain"
pardon me-" he answered, quiet
ly. Il seem destined to offend. LIE
me explain. In passing througI
this room, found you asleep in th
window, and so carelessly pose(
that you might easily have fallel
out. Common kindness alone de
manded that 1 should protect you
If there is an intrusion it is on ny
part, and 1 leave you to the sole en-
joyment of this room," saying
which he left.
was all repentance in a moment
My impulse was to make amend:
on the spot, but it sud denly died
for, as he ascended tie steps, ]
heard him sing, with direct allusior
to my mornings garden coiffure
''make me no gaudy chaplet."
Jack and Bess and l took a love
ly row ton the lake this afternoon.
We returned so late that 1 only es-
capped Miss Persons censure for
my tardy arrival in the parlor
where an entertainment was being
given in my honor) by appearing in
a handsome costume and as grace
fully as possible.
1 did so enjoy my first evening
"out," Cecil.
Once during its course, as l wait
ed on the moonlight gallery for my
partner to bring me an ice, 1 saw
Frank Pierson standing near me.
He looked pale and weary, and
seemed quite oblivious of my pres
ence.
sSomething IN his melancholy atti-
tude struck upon my conscience.
And that unpleasant little monitor
whispered, "You owe this gentle
man an apology; now is your oppor-
5unity to make it. Be brave and do
your duty"
1 didn't stop to parley, but with
SalteIing footsteps approached the
stern figure.
81 have come to make you an
apology, Mr. Person." 1 said, eyes
downcast and cheeks flushing. 81
have been childishly rude to you
twice to-day; but 1 am sorry now,
and hope you will see fit to forgive
me-"
Fer a moment there was no re-
ply, then, ready to receive my par
don, looked up, but only to meet
an expression of counteaance so
arrange, so inexplicabIe that my
eyes quickly fell before it. And
when he interrogated, coldly and
almost scornfulIy, "May l ask your
motive, Miss Beaumont, for this
course of action? Was it to obtain
! balm for self-wounded pride, or
through a sincere desire to atone?"
My spirit rose in defiance, and l
surned to leave, saying, with bitter
ness.
Il regret that the effort which
his apology has cost me has been
wasted on one who cannot DISCERN a
true motive from a false one"
Stay, Miss Beaumont he cried,
with an entire change of manner,
until l beg your pardon. / only
asked that question to try you.
Now l have fully Unidentified my
'elf for anything you may have said
lave l not?" with a little laugh.
Only forgive me and let us be
extending his hand with
10 cordial and smiling an air that 1
Gould not resist, and we made a
of friendship on the spot.
Two quarrels and reconciliation
n one day! l know the idea will
lmuse you.
like my new nome, Cecil, and
Ill are kind to rae. Think of me
lear, as being as happy as l can be
without you, and compensate me
or that lack by a long and early
etter Your loving friend,
BEAUTRIx BEAUMONT.
Letter No. 2.
July 2.
If this letter seems a little blue,
cecil, dear, please attribute the
act to physical weakness. When L
I'm strong again, 1 shall be your
old, light hearted Trixie." l have
1een sick of late, Yes, really sick,
or the first time in my healthy life;
md since l know nothing short OF
he root of the whole matter will
satisfy you, 1 shall "begin at the
very beginning
Don't smile, please, because this
recital begins with the name of one,
mention of whom filled most of my
asst letter. An explanation of mat
,ers cannot be made without it
The reconciliation spoken of in
my last letter seemed so complete
hat 1 looked forward to a happy
life. "My rose is without a thorn"
thought, as more than n week af-
1 sat reading "Corinne' in
the library. While thus pleasantly