The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1888-04-26
don't mind it like that l don't, pom

The Tyrian dies in the Kaleidoscope i'm
agery upon the dorsality of the dolphin in
artlculo morris, was never so brilliant
varihuey as the tints that chased each
other over the girlly cheeks of the misdi-
rected wife! In their encrimsonng reflec.
tons, glowing sunsetly, even her massed
curls seemed a shade less wildly rubrant
than before.
"Oh what must You think OF mel" she
semi.sobbed with great shoulder-humps,
buryng her fanny face in the flowing
mauve OF n Siberian st. Bernard blood
hound, that came up and fawned upon
her-"what do you Think"
"Oh! you're all solid" Rock replied
convincingly.
She looked up glowing. 81 should
smile!' she answered; Feel my bceps;"
and in the prideful purity of her strength
she stripped her white arm to the shoulder
and lunged itat him. lie stopped her
cleverly, then felt her muscle.
"Welll You are a masher," he said.
Don't mind my slang YOU know. | be-
long to the Manhattan, and all club men
do it."
That's all regular" she answered, with
sweet dignity, $50 long as il isn't wormy
chestnutty. But say, you're awfully like
Rye; even your voice and the way you
hug a girl"
Eyes; we are twin cousins, you know"
the young man answered "And the
singular part Of il is that | feel everything
he does. You have never kissed Rye, but
my lips puckered; / never smoke too
much, but he gets nervous"
GLOW tereiblc! How uncanny," MUIR
INJURED Agamemna, limb-swept by one Of
her most shuddery shiverings. at is like
being possessedl'
"Yes, by two of us" Rock answered
gloomily. But, say, you remember the
first spat you had with Rye? The time
you bit the piece out OF his ear?-Well,
look here!"
The gums Of yelow-ochre breeze were
just beginning TO cut themselves into the
teeth OF brown gale, against the under
edges of the distant wood; and the violet
reflection set all the dusk aglow. Aga
memna looked up and lol the large, pink
ear lobe he turned to her was indentated
crescenily; serrated TO the very irregulari-
ties OF those perilous pearls, through which
she now painted breath-catchy.
'This is wonderful she gasped. "But
You are not my husband"
mot quite; but next best thing, Aggy."
They looked ut each other in the dim
ming violet haze; long, deep, looky
gaze. The woman spoke first. What
could she have said but this:
what does il matter? let us give each
other our red-hot thoughts"
81 will give you one white-hot now. ]
love you'll"
Rockford Checsely came TO Jimsonweed
the next day and the next for seventeen
weeks; but he never saw Agamemna. In
all those days she never left her bed, sub.
sisting only on chocolate caramels and
milk punch; sending Ajax TO the grocery,
after telegram from Rye, every nineteen
minutes by the old cupboard clock.
What icons OF ages the double girl wife
| lived semi-slumbery in that stupor OF the
soul Tons pressed down the motor
springs Of thought, deadening the unborn
intent ere yet it blinked its OFF eye in the
dawning glimmer Of possible 10 be- II
was not the milk punch that was the only
deadener, as Miss FizziRig thought. The
| spinstcr deemed IL somesortwardly due "a
ultra saccarnization superimpJscd upon
the cream alcoholoids by constant cara.
inelismisic pressure.
Ajax had pretty trick OF waking hel
mistress by gentle brcathings into the dim.
pies Of her ponderous but perfect ANGLES
This time the little black brcathcd until
she grew giddy and would have grown
blacker had not augmented prismai combi
nations forbid the phenomenon.
|
Suddenly the dimpled knees spasmod.
licked to the chin the massive ieet-toc.
! tipped shrimp pinky as n Naiad's-s shot
| the comforter corner roOmly; and,
with single bound, Agmcmna stood IN
mid-ilo Barckneed and cardinal crown.
! cd with luxuriancc Of curl she flew Alta.
! lantaly down the dusty hall; pausing be.
! fore n huge old oaken chest, iron bound.
One spurnful thnndcrof hcrgand pedal
| The locked lid flew back with malicious,
| baggagc.smashcrou swirl.
STOPPING her sleek, white back and
scooping her nudity Of arms, Agamomna
| gathered the mass Of old clothes TO the
] ivorincss of her bosom; then fled 10 her
room and .ell prone upon the bed, chilled
10 hcrmarrow, feyercd -palpitaiing-shiy.
erous
Ten minutes laicrshe was on the sloping,
| trcnchcrous, slcct-coycrcd lawn. playing
| tcnuh Win AJAX. Nne nau uclEnuuilN
decorated the little black, having a keen
eye for color and exquisite sense Of har.
mony In music and horscilesh. The child
reycllcd In short and shrunkcn sacque OF
bright orange flannel; around her waist q
broad swathc OF crimson calico, the ends
| Tapping around the burnt lumber legs that
marked the snow like high notes on a page
OF the Witches dance" On her head
was the gray-black SLOUGH hat, In which
| Agancmna's grand uncle had ridden 10
Gettysburg; and the brilliant girl, with
absolute icrvor for the game. had added
three ostrich plumes and embroidered the
moito-"lch diem" II scryc.)
In decentralization, rather than by
glancing behind her Agamemna felt more
than saw. q noble man form resting against
the rich verdurc ola midsummer oak.
lie caught the boomcrangy ricochct OF
her thought upon the wicket Of his tennis.
latticed soul, rs from the depth he groan'
cd
"Ah, thcrcl"
"Slay there" promptly girl-cricd the
deserted vile. now iorgctiul Of all her wees
and backing In the myful warmth Of q
| bcantitudic To Come.
"siay thcrcl" she repeated, with ringing
mcrrimcnt In the yoicc--"until ! say
| COmel"
And tire grand crca,ure-hcr clinginl
tennis suit OF flannel colorcd Jersey setting
of the divine swell Of figure, wax.workly
-whirlcd swiftly round and glintod upon
| him a wondroua-w Oygn wink Ol soulmOst