Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1886-12-18

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Without farewell he turned and
walked away; the same steady, heavy
read, in the same way with his head bent
down, and With his hands joined behind
his back.
AS he walked away she still stood
watching him, and again did the same
regret make itself felt IN her heart. Her
bosom heased, her eyes filed, her breath
came quick, and her fingers plucked at
the fringe of her pretty light gown
He was dear old fellow-old-he was
but young in years, though old in
thought and feeling. Yes, she did like
him. How would it be If she were trans
planted to another part Of England, and
thrown among total strangersS How
alone she would feel How she would
long fer the wise head and tho trusty
heart OF Joel And nowStlimly, she be-
gan to see that he had been o better
friend to her than her mother. Her
mother was urging her to sail on n
wholly unknown sea, whereas she knew
all about Ringwood and Joe. She knew
how deep, how still, how storlnless was
the Pacific ocean Of his heart; and what
did she know Of tho character, of tho
temper, Of the principles of Mr. Beaufort!
Then she recalled Joe's words about her
future with him. What If that forecast
should prove true? What If after all her
mothers efforts, and her own ambitious
hopes, the end aimed at should prove
n delusion9 She did not in the least
care for EIr. Beaufort. He battered
her vanity, but he had not touched
her heart. Hc had laid hold of her by
the worst flbers of her nature, whereas
Joe held her by the few fine, subtle, good
ones.
Then she cried out again, "Joel joe"
Perhaps he was too far away to hear
her voice. He did not turn. He was fur
Their now than he had been when first
called ana brought back
She waited for him to halt IN his walk.
She waited in vlin. Then she felt in her
pocket; by some caprice she had slipped
flor no reason that she could give) the
whistle into it, he had made for her somo
years ago. She put it to her lips and
whistled; whistled loudly, shrilly, with
all the strength Of her breath.
Then she paused, and, holding the
whistle, waited. She waited in vain. Joe
walked on. lie did not stop, he did not
hesitate in his walk.
He knew her mood better than she
knew herself He had heard her call,
he had heard the whistle, and he walked
on.
Then the tears that had risen to her
eyes became tears of mortified vanity, as
they dropped from her lashes. She
stamped her little foot On the gravel, and
tossed her head He did not really love
her, If he would not return when she
called Was she not worth the trouble
of retracing few steps? apparently he
thought not There were others who val
ucd her higher.
At that very moment Mr.. Beaufort
was beside her.
"Miss Redfern, "he said, ~ heard your
whistle, and the rrusty canary has fowl
to your finger. Tam here. Your mother
has been asking for you, and offered to
go in quest. May flatter myself that the
whistle was to, CALI me?'
She said nothing She might be giddy,
but was not capable of a lie.
"This is a fine park, said Mr.. Beau
| fort, "but you should see mine In Glou-
cestershire. This is small, mine covers
! three times the amount Of land, and my
trees are finer, my deer more numerous
and fatter"
what" asked Trip, "what are your
| liyeriess"
'Buff and blue, answered the gentle
man. "The Beaufort colors. The stock.
ings of the footmen--white.
81 heard some one say that your hGr-
ness was brass mounted"
''Not at all. Silver mounted, for more
| -, li,1, hay L. Ill all
yer mounted. l could not differ from his
grace. 1t would not look we'll"
''Have you many carriages, sirH'
''I have not counted. l believe pay
the two guineas tax for four, and how
many drags have Cor which pay fifteen
shillings, really cannot say; leave al
that to my steward"
ais your house very fihe2'
II am rebuilding it in palatial style
The first architect of the day is employed
ON it. have given him carte blanche. :"
sis it not rather dull in Gloucester
shires''
81 am in town for the season
Have you ever BEEN to the opera? l won
der what Miss Tottenham would say tt
seeing you there in, box opposite hcr'"
II am hardly likely to have tht
chance" said Trip, and sighed.
"Will you not give me the chance o.
taking you thercf place my fortune
my mansion in Gloucestershirc, my tow
house, my person, unreservedly ut YOU
feet. And'-he opened morocco case
and drew fortha ring that sparkled il
the moonlight--''allow me to presen
you with this diamond ring, worth onl!
a hundred and fifty pounds, as an earnes
of my sincerity"
Since Marguerite was tempted by tn,
casket, what woman's heart can resis
jewelry'
"Let us go in" said Mr. Beaufort
"and announce our engagement to you
mothcr that charming Mrs. Redfern."
That night when the guests had dc
parted, Trip sat in her crushed straw
berry ON the side of her bed, a very woe
begone figure, looking before her withou
seeing anything.
Then her mother came in. ooh, N.Y.
she said, mot gone to bed yet. What
blessing has come to-day. The crushed
strawberry did 1t. Now we may slee]
happy; your fortune is made"
Trip started at her mothers voice
: and, when she came over to her daughter
Trip, without rising, threw her arm
round her msther's neck and burst int
storm of tears on her bosom.
Mother, dear mothers l think Nv
/ mad6 dreadful mistake. II dom
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