Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-08-02
A LOVES LIKENESS.

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Next to a requitel attachment one OF
the most convenient things that a young
man can carry about with him at the be-
ginning of his career is an unrequited at
tachment 1t makes him feel important,
and business like, and blase, and cynical;
and whenever he has touch of liver com
plant, or suffers from want of exercise,
he can mourn over his lost love and lie
very happy in tender, twilight fashion.
Hannasyde's affair of the heart had been
godsend to him. 1t was four years old,
and the girl had long since given up think
ing of it, She had married and had many
cares of her own. In the beginning she
had told Ilannasyde that, "while she could
never be anything more than a sister to
him, she would always take the deepest in
terest in his welfare" This startlingly new
and original remark gave Hannasyde some
thing to think over for two years, and his
own vanity filed in the other twenty
months IIannasyde was quite different
from Phil Garron, but, none the less had
several points in common with that far too
lucky man.
him as men keep well smoked pipe-for
comforts sake, and because it had grown
dear in the using, 1t brought him hap
PLY through the Simla season. Hannasyde
was not lovely There was crudty in his
manners and - roughness in the way in
which he helped lady on to her horse
that did not attract the other sex to him,
even if he had cast about for their favor,
which he did not, He kept his wounded
heart all to himself for awhile.
Then trouble came to him. All who go
to Simla know the slope from the tele.
graph to the public works office. Hanna
syde was loating up the hill one September
morning between calling hours when a
'rclishaw came down in hurry, and in
the 'rickshaw sat the living, breathing
image of the girl who had made him so
happily unhappy. Hannasyde leaned
against the ratings and gasped, He wanted
to run down hill after the 'rickshaw, but
that was impossible; so he went forward
with most of his blood in his temples
1t was impossible, for many reasons, that
thcwoman in the 'rickshaw could be the
girl he had known. She was, he discov-
cred later, the wife of u man from Dindi-
gul, or COimbatorc or some out-of -the-way
place, and she had come up to Simla early
in the season for the good of her health
She was going back to Dindigul, or wher-
ever it was, TT the end of the season, and
in all likelihood would never return to
Simla again, her proper Hill station being
Ootacamund. That night IIannasyde
raw and savage from the raking up of all
old feelings, took counsel with himself for
one measured hour. What he decided
upon was this, and you must decide for
yourself how much genuine affection for
the old love, and how much very natural
inclination to go abroad and enjoy himself
affected the decision. Mrs. Landys- Hag
CERT would never in all human likelihood
cross his path again. So whatever he did
didn't much matter. She was marvelously
like the girl who took deep interest"
and the rest of the formula. All things
considered it would be pleasant to make
the acquaintance of Mrs. Landys-I Iaggert,
and for little time--only very little
time--to make believe that he was with
Alice Chisane again. Every one is more or
less mad ON one point, Hannasydes par
.icular monOmania was his old love- Alice
Chisane.
He made it his business to get introduced
to Mrs IIaggert, and theintroducton pros
pered. He also made it his business to see
as much as he could of shat lady When a
man is in earnest as to interviews the ia
cilities which Simla offers are startling
There are garden parties and tennis parties
and picnics and luncheons at Annandale,
and rifle matches and dinners and balls;
besides rides and walks, which are matters
of private arrangement. Hannasyde had
started with the intention of seeing like
ness, and he ended by doing much more
He wanted to be deceived, he meant to be
deceived and he deceived himself very thor
oughly. No only were the face and figure
the face and figure of Alice Chisane, but
the voice and lower tones were exactly the
same, and so were the turns of speech; and
the little mannerisms that every woman
has of gait and gesticulation were abso
utely and identically the same.
The turn of the head was the same; the
tired look in tho eyes at the end of long
walk was the same; the stoop and wrench
over the saddle to hold in u pulling horse
was the same; and once, most marvellous
of all, Mrs. Landys-Haggert aingng to
herself in the next room, while Hannasyde
was waiting to take her for ride, hum
med note for note, with throaty CULVER
of the voice in the second line, Poor Wan
dering Oncp' exactly as Alice Chisane had
hummed it for Hannasyde in the dusk of
an English drawing room. In the actual
woman hersclf-in the soul of her-there
was not the least likeness, she and Alice
Chisane being cast in different molds. But
all that Hannasyde wanted to know and
see and think about was this maddening
and perpleNing likeness of face and voice
and manner. He was bent on making a
fool of himself that way and he was in no
sort disappointed.
Open and obvious dev otion from any sort
of man is always pleasant to any sort of
woman; but Mrs. LandysHaggert, being
n woman of the world, could make nothing
of Hannasyde's admiration
He would take any amount of trouble
he was a selfish man habitually-to meet
and forestall, if possible, her wishes. Any
thing she told him to 10 was law; and he
WIS, there could be no doubling il, fond of
her company so long as she talked to him,
and kept ON talking about trivialites. But
when she launched into expression of her
personal views and her rongs, those small
social differences that make the spice of
Simla life, Hannasyde was neither pleased
nor interested. He didn't want TO know
ANYTHING about Mrs. Landys-Ilaggert or
her experiences in the past-she had trav-
eled nearly all over the world and could
talk cleyerly--he wanted the likeness of
Alice Chisane before his eyes and her voice
in his ears. Anything outside that remind
ing him Of another personality Jared, and
he showed that it did.
10 t,.,ak,.fNnp pyaUt N ~
Mrs Landys-HagRert turned on him and