The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1885-05-21
Trixiie'S Letters.
BY JENNIE s. JUDSON.
Letter No. IL
June 13.

II l is just one week to day, Cecl
dear, since you and stood lik
~ two Niobes on the steps of dea
3 old St. Agnes, bidding each 9th
: er sad farewell. A week, and ye
Il the shadow of that parting has no
$ left me.
e Not one adventure connected will
Is my journey have l to relate al
s though my romantic soul was con
q stantly on the alert for anything
: that savored of sentiment.
Major Pierson met me at the de
Z pot with a carriage and horses, anC
as soon as l caught sight of hi:
kind, fatherly face, recalled the
= many times l had seen it in my ia
9 theirs house in Dorset. His greet
ing was so cordial, and ht
bent upon me so kind and tender ar
expression, felt sure at once that
the tie between US would be nearer
than the mere legal one of guardian
and ward.
My first acquaintance with the
family was made at the supper ia
bic, whittier l was conducted by
Miss Pierson, the majors maiden
sister, and little Bess, the six-year
old pet of the household. l was
presented in turn to Miss Ida
Crane, the majors niece, a beauti-
full girl, who makes her home here;
Mr.. Jack Pierson, the younger son,
now at home for his college vaca-
tion; and Mr.. Frank Pierson, the
elder son, at home, convalescing
from a recent illness.
$50 this is our new little sister, is
it? said Mr.. Frank PiersoD, as l
was introduced last to him. "Miss
Beatrix, I hope you may be happy
in your new home"
"Little sister," indeed! My eyes
flashed up glance of repudiation
at this patriarch, who evidently re-
garded me as just free from swad-
ding clothes. An amused glance
in response proved that he under
stood.
Bessie, Jack and l soon struck
up a friendly alliance and as bade
the family an early d-night
twas with the happy thought that l
would find congenial companionship
in my new home.
"Miss Beatrix," cried a sweet lit
tie voice next morning, as l looked
out from my window at the flower
yard below, "come down and see the
diamonds on the flowers"
So, tying my hair loosely back,
ran down to join the little fairy
below.
After a short but delightful sur
vey of the flowers, Bessie conceived
the brilliant idea of converting my
unoffending head into a mainiature
flower garden.
"Iou have beautiful hair, Miss
Beatrix," she said, giving me Wig
orous punch with a hollyhock as
she spoke: "but 1 don't like your
name; it twists my little tongue"
"Then don't you say it, darling; |
call me Trixie instead"
"MayBrover Jack call you TwIx-
ie, too?' was the next unexpected |
attack.
"Oh! yes, 1 suppose, if he adds a
miss, was my careless reply.
''But Brewer Frank may call you
Twixie without no miss at all, |
mayn't hep looking earnestly down |
in my eyes.
1 caught her in my arms with a
kiss. "Oh, never mind about |
Brother Frapk," cried. 81 am on
ly his little sister, so it can make |
no difference what he calls me-"
The loud peal of the breakfast |
bell so startled me at this juncture
that 1 rose hurriedly to my feet
"Hov careless!' l cried, putting |
my hand TO my head; ''now l shall
be late for breakfast, and my first
morning, too"
While standing in this graceful
attitude the rustling of q newspaper
caused me to glance up, and there,
looking at me from the arbor, saw
the handsome, laughing face of
Frank Pierson.
"All hail to Aurora" he cried;
fair goddess of the morning. &C
cept, pray, this additional tribute
to your charms handing me a
spray of woodbine as he spoke.
"Oh! is that you, Brewer FrankY"
cried traitorous little Bess. 81 had
forgot you was there
felt prepared at this point to do |
or say anything absurd. For twice
in the space of twenty-four hours
had been laughed at by this very |
superior young man, and in that
quiet, self-ceat6ined sort of way |
that is particularly exasperating.
"Do you like our flower garden,
Miss Beaumont?' he asked, as we
started tGgard the house.
Il can't say that L do" ] answer
ed shortly. 81 am not especially |
fond of flowers"
BEG pardon" he cried, ''but
thought you were, Judging from the
profusion with which you use them,"
taking q laughing survey of my |
poor, silly head.
This was too much, and before l |
knew l had answered with fash of
temper, Indeed, sir, what you
think is a matter of the very slight
est Importance to me" and turned
angriIy away from him.
He made no reply, but as l has
tened toward the house l heard him
murmur with an irrepressibie laugh,
'Ophelia in the mad scene," with
an accent on the "mad" TOO, Cecil.
l wonder if looked like poor, Graz
ed Ophelia.
Not once did 1 glance toward him
during breakfast, and shortly after
ward / ascended the stairs to have
a comfortable cry. This had barely
subsidized when Miss Pierson came
to beg me to go and amuse myself
in the library, for she was busy and
the gentlemen absent on the planta
tion.
] accepted gladly sHd was soon
aroused from my depression by the
sight of splendid Steinway. and
row after row Of attractive books.
I fra. ,slouipn oil cnr faVoritaS