The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-01-13
BOTH MISTAKEN.
Light Words Which Wrecked the
Happiness OF Two Lives.


A cool breeze blew up from the river.
1t played among the reeds and tall
grasses on the bank and ran lightly up
the slope toward the white mansion on
the hillside, futtering the vines that
fringed the wide piazza where group
OF young girls, sat chatting, resting, or
busying themselves with dainty needle
work. nl .r tn4 ba4a
s.What delicious breeze!'' OK.
claimed Florence Freeman, rising as
she spoke. The slender, thoughtful
looking young man reclining unseen
in the depths Of large easy chair just
within one Of the long windows glanced
up from the pages of a book in which
he had been absorbed, and his dark
eyes followed her graceful figure ad-
miringly.
1T sets me wild to be doing some
thing" she continued, pacing up and
down the long porch, "Do you know,
girls" pausing abruptly, "we're set
of slaves?" ,al iG.li
20, Norryr' exclaimed laughing
voice, ''now don't give us a lecture on
woman's rights!'' arsisf l,...-..l
Never fear; that isn't what / was
thinking of. We are hindered by cir
cumstances from being and doing
what we feel is within us to be and
do"
re- Listen, girls interrupted another
voice. 'Florry is on her high horse.
Now we shall see some prancing." t.
Laugh away" returned Florence.
..I'm in earnest. Why must we, because
we happen to have drifted into certain
channel, or because particular course
is marked out for us by friends, drift
on down the stream or keep on in the
same course to the bitter end, even
though we must smother the best there
is in our natures in doing SOP ars
Intense feeling emphasized her
words, and her unseen listener found
himself wondering what personal ex.
perience had prompted them. Amy
Gray lifted her eyes. ~
/" DUTY is often unpleasant. she
said, "but it is best, after all. to have a
settled plan and purpose and cling to
them through everything. Think what
chaos would result if we all followed
our own inclinations, and, worse thar
that, whatever might for the moment
be our ruling passion" 6e.I
Florence did not answer for mo-
mcnt; her eyes were rowing across the
wide sweep of the river, where white
sail glimmered in the afternoon sun
shine. iaIgg sgfl.t1
30, yes; there must be plans, o
course, and they must be carried out, Of
nothing would be accomplished. Blu
take special cases. There Is cousin
Dora, for instance. Why must she Civ
up her painting to marry Fred Long
merely because she promised to when
mere child and didn't know what sh
wanted? OF course don't say any
thing against Fred. He is good as gold
but he can't appreciate her talents
Why, he has begun to interfere wit
her plans already. Says she works to-
steadily, and wants her to give up som
work She had undertaken in order to b
married sooner She only laughed owe
it. Of course she wouldn't say any
thing, but we can all see she doesn
= love him. How can she, when he ha
no sympathy with her on that subject
Now, why can't she say SO, and b
free?"
'Shc feels her responsibility" sal
Amy's soft voice. ''She knows no,
devoted Mr. Long is to her." d5f7.
..Sh-h! here she comes" whispere
Edith Stanley as bright-faced gil
fiuttered up from the garden, like
( dainty white butterfly. and perche
herself on the steps. A dead silenc
fell on the grosp for moment. an
then Dora turned her laughin
face toward her cousin: $50 oil
Florry. You were giving lectur,
/ weren't you? l could hear YOU .ora
ing. but couldn't catch word Of Il
discourse.
Its ended now said Florenc
coolly. mentally resolving never to |
so careless again in mentioning. ''sp
cial eases, and unless some one b.
t,,.,p potas WON Gam never hope