The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1885-08-13

wings. The constant chlrp, chlrp OF
the field insects was the only music
that was ahoat then. Have you ever
listened to their busyA quick, little
notes? If so, then you know, how, in
moment, almost without reckoning,
they carry your thoughts to other
days; how they exert calm, soothing
influence upon you. There is music
in their incessant song. Such are our
thoughts, such were young girls as
she turned indolently from the Win
dow and threw herself upon a lounge
There were no calm, soothing, evening
zephyrs, no "fair Luna and attend
ants" no lovely, warbling birds, moth
ing but warm trying August day.
Such dear, sweet home was
"Grandma'sW Up the box-wooG-lined
walks, up one terrace then another to
the pretty, inviting piazza where open
ed French window and
Such a warm day, Grandmal One
feels as if mere existence were a drag,
Therel hear "light, light step on
the graveled walk" John has return
ed from the office earlier than usual.
Any mail, John?" With quick
graceful spring the young girl was
thro' the open window and out upon
the piazza awaiting the letters she
never got! She looked up to see
John. She didn't. She saw a very
tall, handsome, noble looking, sun
burnt young man, however, with
uniform cap. And then what do you
suppose she did? Why, seeing her
mistake, she deliberately turned and
ran back into the house, leaving the
blue-capped young gentleman, if any
thing, more surprised than ever. To
have pretty, young girl run very
nearly into his arms and then to turn
and flee without wordl 1t was en-
barrassing, to say the least. The next
moment Grandma was at the door
and the two brown, strong arms were
about her neck. Two, lovely gray
eyes, peeping thro' the door crack, saw
it all and sighed. For what? Oh, it
was SO warm! And the young gentle
man was so handsomel
"Capitolap
eyes, Grandmama"
"Come here, darling, I've an old
friend to see u.s."
"Capitolal The goodness gracious
And she has got gray eyes and rosy
lips. Jupiterl what a pretty little
thing she isl" calculated the visitor,
mentally. OF course Capitola came.
"This is Willie Burton, Wanfeld."
Willie Burton! She had met Roses
big, handsome brother at last. She
did not act in very dignifed man
ner. As her lovely eyes met Williams
merry brown ones, she burst into a
sweet, little, amused laugh. SO did
William.
This was John whom she had run
to meetl
Grandma left them then to see
about some dinner for "her boy" and
when she returned she decided they
were very good friends. We differ
there, however. William was wondering
what Rose would say if she could peer
in upon them just then, as he haG
seena pair of handsome eyes do not {
hundred years ago; but Rose wal
saved that trial and we are not sure
but that he was glad she was.
Two days, short enough to the low
ers, flew by and then William tori
himself away. The next thing h
knew he was at home. So was Rose
But he missed Wanfeld William
acted very strangely, Rose decided
0he day she came upon him as he sa
scribbling name dear to him, upor
an old envelope--the chief weakness
Of d lover. She thought him dement,
ed and told him as much. His secre
was out at last. &
. "You met herr" Rose said simply
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