Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-11-01
DECIDED BY CHANCE.

Inc sun = Hfeal glowing Dali or lire,
had just descended behind the fringe Of
elm trees on Meadow Hill, and the
parched summer world WINS free TO
breathe at List Wayne billiard. finish
ing his sketch Of the fern shaded pool in
the glen. dropped his pencil and inflated
his lungs with the fragrant oxygen.
Mrs Mix. cleaning trout for the NOR
rows breakfast, il the kitchen, sighed a
sigh Of infinite relief zone more days
g9nel' sid she: and Kitty and Tilly,
slsimming cream la the cool cellar, made
haste with their work SO as to finish
without the light of candle, and us
they worked they talked and laughed
lightly, as girls will do.
Who were Kitty and lilly? Why,
they were Mrs. Mixs .hired help"--the
rosy daughters of impecunious neigh
bors, who were more than glad to exc
out their slender allowance of pocket
money by assisting the harassed land
lady in busy times" Kitty was ra-
diant blonde, with hair just warmed
with red, eyes of mischievous gray, and
complexion that would have been per-
feet were 1t not for the sprinl1ling Of
freckles across the bridge of the sancy
nose. Tilly, on the contrary, was pale
and dark. with big solemn eyes full of
jetty lights, and small head set with
imperial grace on her slim shoulders;
and their voices sounded like the indis-
tinct twitter Of orioles as they talked
and Skinned great leathery sheets of
cream and strained the nights milk"
into broad, shining pans.
II think he's splendid" said Kitty.
$50 do IT. said lilly, enthusiasticall
Il mean to have him" said Kitty,
waving her skinner above d fresh pan.
Il like thatl" ironically observed lilly.
I've always pinned to be an artists
bride" said Kitty.
eyes" interrupted lilly, "and have
made up my mind to city life This
country vegetation don't suit mel
must marry a city manv'
Kitty covered up the stone cream jar
with little clinlI.
"Well, how tire we going to settle this
matter" said she, with laugh. "We
both want Wayne IIillardl We're both
determined to have him"
Draw lots, suggested Tilly. "Noth-
ing like chance for determining q question
like this OH say. Kitty, this pan
leaks Give me one Of the new ones.
do like new milk ran lit makes one
think Of sheets of silver
mo, we won't do that--it's too hack
neyed, said Kitty. I'm tell you what
wen do, lilly. Mr.. Hillard never
comes into the house without going
straight into the milk room for n drink
Of new milk. Mrs. Mix always leaves a
little brown pitcher there for him. Well,
we'll leave two pitchers, one white for
you. the other blue for me. The one
that he selectsahall decide the question.
II it's blue--then he's minel If it's white
II cheerfully give him up to you"
"Girls, should think you'd be
ashamed Of yourselves"
Tilly gave great start; Kitty colored
until tho frecllles looked like u fleet of
tiny brown boats on sea Of scarlet.
Mrs. Mix was at tho head of the stairs,
glaring down at them like an indignant
tabby cat.
1--WE we didn't mean anything"
feebly uttered Kitty
1--WE were only making fun" muir
INJURED lilly.
''It amt tho sort o. fun they used to
make when was girl, said Mrs, Mix.
eve were talking about the milk"
apologized Kitty, with exeusable equivo-
cation
'Taint worth while to fib," said Mrs.
Mix. Il was standin' jest by the win
der, and heerd every word you said.
Here's the platter o fish. Put it in
cool place, not too near the milk"
Kitty Farrar and lilly Grey looked
guiltily at each other, and INDUCED in
surreptitious litter wheu'the door closed
sharply.
do you suppose she did hear it alp
said lilly breathlessly.
ut isn't hanging matter IL she did,"
declared Kitty, "Quicll--get the pitch
ersl Take them in the back way.
hear him coming now"
"Oh, If it's come to your knowing his
very step"
Du HuAQ YOUR lOHSaes llilY4
On the whitley secured milk room
shelf stood the two little pitchers. one of
old flowing blue" the other u aquatty
white ware specimen, with crystal
clear tumbler beside them. In Kitty's
haste she had forgotten to ill but one,
and as the two dimpled faces pecped
from the twilight darkness at the head
OF the cellar stairs they could see Wayne
billiard come dircst to the little milk
room and take up the white pitcher.
"ThereT whispered lilly, spasmod-
ically squeezing Kitty's round little arm.
But the white pitcher was empty. He
set 1t down with sinothered exclama-
ton of impatience, and seizing the flow
ing blue poured outa glass of cool, foam
ing milk and drank it, Thea he walked
out again.
"Therel" retorted Kitty. "He took
my pitcher after all. "
"But he took mine first"
Don't be shabby. lilly. If ever any
thing was rejected your pitcher was.
He Is mine"
Nonsense, xiii BY all the rules of
love and war he belongs to me-"
al mean to have him, anyhow"
"l'll see about that" said lilly reso-
lutely
'fIushr' cried Kitty. whats thatl
Some one giggling Its Tom"
"No, il isn't. Tom uas been sent up
10 spotswool farm for BALI dozen ducks
for Sundays dinner, It's your guilty
conscience, kit, that's ALL"
"rn tell We, ri ter" said Tom, if