Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1892-01-29

Lawrence Democrat.
A. c. TINsLEY, Publisher.
LAWRENCEBURG, TENN
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N1&5 NN1 night. The sill
ny IN yer moonlight
SAS flooded all the
familiar land
scape, bathing
it Gin mystic depths of unfathomable
brightness and transferring all
things into fairy-like beauty. A beau
tiful night-a night of stars and feecy
cloudlets and soft, sweet odors from a
thousand pungent leaves and fragrant
flowers, distilled by the silent dews.
Olive and Janet had gone upstairs to
their little room and now sat upon the
floor beside the low wind ow looking
out into the moonlight. On such a
night sleep was out of the question for
an hour, at least, and so they sat- slow
ly christening their hair and gradually
preparing for bed.
A murmur of familiar voices on the
little porch below sounded upon their
ears and hushed them into silence.
They leaned together on the window
sill and listened. The sisters knew the
voices well-the dear voices of father
and mother They had come out into
the porch before going to bed and were
sitting on the old time-worn bench
there, looking at the calm, clear night.
g The sisters could imagine Just how
they were sitting, though they could
not see them, the dear old mother with
her wrinkled hand on her husbands
knee and his broad, homely hand COW
ering 1t. They had seen them so often.
''Darby and JOAN" Janet called them,
lovingly.
Mother" they could hear the old
man say, and there was little trem-
bic in his voice, SITS most fifty years
since we was married-do you mind?
Next week Wednesday'll make it
nifty year. Mebby we'd oughter have
golden weddin' to kind O. celebrate.
What think, mother?"
"Twould be nice, father" they
could hear her answer, "but guess we
hadn't better think of it, 'twould be
an awful sight o bother an what with
Olive teachin' an Janet to do all the
work, with what little could help,
'twould make it pretty hard. Guess
we hadn't better, father"
There was little silence, and then
the old man spoke again.
Hammer" said he, 1--WE didn't never
have weddin' journey nor honey
moon. Almost seems if we ought to
have 'em now. You know how twas
We was poor, and couldn't even afford
to go out to Uncle Ebens for a little
trip, but settled right down to house
keepin' an hard work at once, without
bit O. play spell. In all these years
we amt been nowhere to speak of, ex-
cept to the Centennial, an we didn't
either of US really enjoy that, what
with the rush an crowd an confusion.
Seems if 'twould be nice to go way
somewheres now, on our wedding jour
ney SEEMS if 'twould make us feel
young again, somehow"
'Twould be nice, father" they
could hear the gentle old voice muir
muir, but ! guess we hadn't better
think of it. Mebby the children would
think twas kind of childish"
"Mebby they would, mother" the
old man answered. quietly; and then
there was silence. After little, they
went into the house, and the girls
heard them lock the door and wind the
clock, and then all was still
Something glistened in olives great
dark eyes, and the moonlight touched
to crystal clearness drop upon ia
nets fair cheek. The two girls crept
into bed, and lay talking in low voices
for long time before they went to
sleep.
For the next few days there wera
busy preparations in the old farm
house. Mysterious doings were 60
ing on all over the house. Mother
was hustled off somewhere every day
to visit some friend or neighbor in the
vicinity, who gladly welcomed the