The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1886-03-11

| NOW, JODD, 90 De reaSOQ9Oie.
How should / feel announcing a.
the next rehearsal that must be
excused-Mr.a Coleman was moi
willing to have me connected with
the operetts? What would Mr
| Lynde think2'
"Oh, if his opinion has more
weight with you than mine, ! viii
retire"
"John, you're too absurd. Can'i
you see how ridiculous it woui
look for me to throw up my part
the moment you came home? Ped
pie would say you are jealous oi
Mr.. Lynde."
"Fhe jackanapes.'
"And that you are. Bluebeard.
John 1 am not sure but they'd be
right"
''If I'm tyrant, Rufelle you're
an amazingly fearless Fatima.'
Il don't propose to be your Fati-
ma, John"
What did Rue mean by that?
The wrinkle in Mr.. Coleman's fore
head dropped into trench, his
brown face flushed like an oak in
October.
sPlease lay aside paradoxeE,
Rufelle. Do you mean that you
don't wish to marry me2 Rumer
has told me SUCH
In truth Miss Rue had meant
nothing of the kind, but her lovers
insulting tone exasperated her into
silence. Had it come to this that
she could not wink without first
consulting his lordship. Her blue
eyes flashed ominously, the steel
hook in her fingers daFted out Of
her croeheting with a murderons
rapidity. tifa9
e 'Rumor has told me as much,1
repeated MIR. Coleman, as impres
siyely as if he had been addressing
a jury. -s.
"And you let people talk about
me, John, and listen to what they
say"
IL might have known that a girl
who would not respect my dignity
could not value my esteem. Tyrant
or not. Rufelle, at least i have no
desire to rivet CALLING fetters. Now
you are free to smile upon Mr..
Lynde or any other gentleman"
Had he omitted the last sentence
affectionaie, kindly little r lie could
even then have s'made up with
John, but this was too much for
her temper. Snatching the golden
circlet from her engagement finger,
she hastily flung it at her lover WITH
cheeks aAa ne. e s dHa9 |
"Take back your -ring,h cried
she; .sthe girl who wears it should
be q saint or a simpleton, and I'm
neither. Goodbye, John.
Auburn head erect, chin in air,
she swept out of the room with all
the stateiiness possible-to slight
girl of FIVE feet two. She, felt hers
TO be righteous Indignation. John
had no reasonLno earthly reason
to treat her SO. She would not
personate patient Griselda for the
of the village. s....ss
"John wants to bend the whole
world to his will, mused she, an
grily, peeping through her chamber
blind as he walked away chewing
his black monstaehe;. she wants TO
bend the whole world to his will
and / won't be bent. Our engage
ment is broken and I'm glad oft"
For full fifteen minutes she was
unequivocally glad.
John Coleman thought that he |
too was glad. Walking fiercely on
ne squared his broad shoulders and |
told himself that the engagemen.t |
had been a mistake--an error of
A grave, self-made man |
Of thirty should have been wiser
Than to trust his happiness to the |
keeping of gays capTieious maid
en- Why hadehe been so dotingly !
fond Of the ehiId,- SO hoodwinked BY |
her coquetries? Blind, drivelling
IDIOT that he was, the sooner he |
was buried again in, the law the |
better. The mans soul was not
within him. s7s 11I irrai95q |
Shocked at his partners ill looks,
Mr.. Riggs in greeting him asked If
he had had chill
"Yes, something OF that nature
was the reply. "How about the
suit of ingalls, vs.. WadeP7 / fad a
law in the Indictment" 81 sti
Mr., Coleman was in the mood
for finding flaws; his habitual self
control had deserted him. Once
ne nearly annihiliated Mr. Riggs
for causually mentioning Mr.. Lynde
and his reported engagement. ~
"Oho! irecollect now! Coleman
has a lien on the young woman him
self. Queer ] should have forgot
ten," mused the discomforted adyo-
cate, dipping his pen in the ink.
That night Mr.. Coleman had
chill-no metaphorieal heart agne,
but a genuine physical hope shak-
ing rigor that demanded blankets
aud hot brick and a heroic dose of
quinine.
"Hes caught malaria from, some
Of those western i, bog holes,33 ssid |
the doctor aside ito the landlord. |
''Unless we break it t-up he's in for |
fever, See that he has good nurse. |
I'll be around to morrow"
The landlord himself sat up With |
the patient and a busy night he had
till daybreak, when Mr.. Coleman
sank into q drowse. The weary |
watcher improved this opportunity |
to steal away for nap and sent his
son to take his place by the bed
side. After an hours sleep the
sick man aweke refreshed, the ring
isQ in his ears greater, but the !
of his temples less, the
pain in his limbs no longer abso
i0tely unbearable. - i.aA ssl2sfu
"Heigo! that yon, Harry2' he
said, catching sight Of the boy
munc hing an apple for entertain.
"Where were you when /
came home last night2 Ididn't see
you" HlJIJTatLT 4
sAt St. Marks, sir, blowing the
organ. Mr.. Lynde has hired me
for this ouarterP efH EAfvfReT1