The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-02-05

eSSS in fact she lived chroni
state Of excitement, for Mary VA
always doing something TO astcnisl
her friends and relatives.
Miss Ruth could scarcely credi
the evidence of her own senses IL
the hazy glow Of the August morn.
ing, when she came out of the shad
ows of the little south porch anC
discovered that yonder moving oh
! jcct, half way up the branches o
the huge old pear tree, was got :
spray of leaves, nor cluster oi
sun specked pears, bnt Miss Mary
rhorue, com fortly porched in the
crook Of the old tree, her curles a.!
flecked with the sif;cd rays Of sun
shine that came down through the
waving canopy of leaves, and
book in her hands.
Il don't care" said the damscl
laughing saucy defiance. Its the
incest place in the world up here.
feel just like a bird, with the
leaves futtering against my face
and the wind blowing so softly,
and l intend to stay here. Wouldn't
you like to come up here, Ruthyf
It's easy done. just put your foot
on that knot and then"
Ruth, who was thirty and weigh
ed one hundred and sixty pounds,
bristlsd up with amazement.
Mary Thorne, are you crazy? ?
Come down this instant"
Indeed 1 shant!" said naughty
Mary, tossing the silky shower of
hair away from her forehead, and
glancing down with eyes that shone
and sparkled like two blue jewels.
"But we are all going"
eyes, 1 understand; you are all
going in triumphsl procession to
render an ovation to the great
Professor La Place, the wisest, the
sagest and grandest Of mankind to
whom the Throne family have the
unutterable honor of being second
cousins, and to escort him solemnly
for a months sojourn at Throne
hall. Oh, DEAR" calculated Mary,
81 wish 1 could run away and hide
somewhere. / hate this paragon of
prime decision. / shan't marry
him if he asks, and l mean to be-
have so badly that he won't dream
of it. No, / am not going with
you. l hate the close barouches,
and it's too warm to ride on horse
back shall stay at home
And Mary settled herself so
snugly, with one tiny, slippered
foot swinging down, and her pretty
head close to a nest of blue sparkted
birds eggs, that Ruth gave it up
with a sigh of despair.
"Welk then, have it your own
way, you incorrigible romp.
wish you weren't too big to shut up
In a dark closet, or have your ears
well boxed
"It's a pity isn't it?" said Mary,
f'Of course it Is, Mary! If cous-
in Tom Bradley comes this morn
ing be sure to explain to him why
we are absent-and behave like q
young lady mind"
Cali r1ghtm said Mary dauntless
ly. Il have always lilei Tom.
We used to have grand romps to-
gether."
She sat there in the old pear
tree, prettier than any hamadryad
that might have haunted the messy
old veteran of the garden, her
checks touched, her dimpled lips
apart, now reading a line or two
from a book in her lap, now looking
up, rapt in girlish reverie, into the
blue sky, as it sparkled down
through the moving leaves, and
now breaking into a soft little war
BILE of song, to which the very rob
ins themselves put their heads on
one side to listen.
The carnage had driven away
long since. She had watched it be
yond the carve of the winding road
the dark mantle of shadow was
slowly creeping across the velvet
lawn below, and the clock in the
spire among the far off wood had
chimed out eleven.
And still Mary Thorne sat there
in those forked branches Of the old
pear tree.
Suddenly there floated into her
leafy sanctum a pungent, aromatic
odor, which made her lean curious
" forward, shading her eyes with
one hand the better to penetrate
the green below.
Not the late monthly roseB, not
the amethyst borders of heliOtrope,
not the spicy geraniums-none of
these blossoms distilled that pecu-
liar smell
My patiencer' said little Mary,
its a cigar"
A cigar it was, and the owner
thereef-she could just see a white
linen coat and a tall head covered
withIb,ack, wavy curls-stood on the
porch steps quietly smoking and in
dulging in q heightened view of the
garden slopes.
That's Tom Brady" said Mary
to herself. "Now, if he thinks I'm
coming down out Of this dilicious.
cool place to sit up straight in the
hot parlors, he's mistaken. Tom"
she called out, in a silver accent
Of imperative summons, and then
burst into merry laughter at the ev-
ident amazement at which the
stranger gAzed around him, vainly
trying to conjecture whence the
call had proceeded. "You dear, stu
pid, cousin Tom she calculated.
Don't stare off toward the cabbage
beds. Look straight up here. You
may come up if you please; there is
plenty Of room for both. You are
cousin Tom, aren't you?" she con-
tinued, as sudden misgivings cross
ed her mind.
"Of course am; and you are,
Mary l supposed"
"Mary herself. Up with you
Tom Catch hold OF this branch
there. Now shake hands, you eau
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