The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1894-08-17

William .the-Conqueror and other-fne-
old-crusted-thieves lot (any one can
tell I'm not real Dosset, and only oleo-
margariue), but I've made-Money
Nobody'd call me new-lnid Brahma;
Pm only sixteen-to-th e-shillin and
take-me-back-if-'i gh.French-egg, but
I've made-Money. And now I've
made money mean to spend it on
people like, SO I'll be very glad if
you'll all come up to supper when the
performance is over. Mr.. Nicholson's
agoin' to sing The cart Bowed Down.
1 don't know what it's bowed down
about, but l dessay it's very pretty"
And Mr.. Eggleston retired amid
thunderous applause.
Harry Nicholson sang "The Heart
Bowed Down" with great effect. "Hes
always up at the ALL" Mr.. Eggleston
informed people. He liked Nicholson
now, although he couldn't resist call
ing him ga confounded young puppy
for sniggerin' because Igot fummoxed
and said MIR. Recitation will give a
Smith the other night. He's of q
| good family, Nicholson is. I should
like my daughter to marry into good
family. / never was much of family
man myself, though l dessay 1 could
buy crest and Latin mortar at the
'Erald's College. Still, lisa fine thing
to have picture gallery full of beau
tiful murderesses and rufiians in armor
and Sir 'Ugos and Sir Lunchalots, and
Lady Ediths of the white and, and
sitchlike."
Sempronia did not object to Nichol-
sons picture gallery at all. She and
Nicholson were always together. OF
course, Nicholson was poor. Indeed,
his picture gallery was his chief pos
session. He was expected to live up
to it. People supposed that he did
something for living, but no one
knew exactly what it was. One day,
however, it occurred to him that he
was in love.
'I'm going away" he said abruptly
to Miss Eggleston.
They we're sitting before the draw.
ing room fire. 1t was only $50, but
just after Christmas it is very dark at
that time. Miss Eggleston was clad
in black velvet, and what Mr.. Eggles-
ton called 'the family dimon8"
sparkled on her white neck. Mr..
Eggleston always insisted on her wear.
ing Jewels at dinner. He was NOR
tally afraid of his suspicious-looking
butler, as that stony-hearted func.
tionary had threatened "to resign" il
Mr.. Eggleston dared to sit down to
dinner in a shooting jacket. eff PEG
pie don't respect themselves" he haj
observed. 81 do. When l served my
Lord of Ditchwater he always dressed
for dinner, and I'm not agoin' to de
mean myself by waiting on a parvenoc
who don't" That had settled it
Rather than be called by such an awful
word as "parvenoo." Mr.. Eggleston
apologized, and Perkins buried tn,
hatchet.
When Nicholson said that he wa
going away Sempronia didn't like i
at ALL Her blue eyes looked into tn,
fire with a rather distracted air. TIT
freight played upon her beautiful, i
somewhat naughty features. Wha
right butterman's daughter had tc
resemble the De Veres of romance i
was diff cult to discover, but she in
dubitably did so. Her features were
neither faulty faultless nor splendid,
null; they certainly were very beau
tiful.
"Going away !" she asked "Surely
{ Mr.. Nicholson, this is rather o suddel
t freak"
Nicholson rose from his chair an
stood looking down on her. He wa
black as a crow, but with a progresses
ing blackness. He had q very mus
5 cal voice, his goyety was infectious
and people fingered to listen to hi
laughing witticisms But he did no
seem inclined to be funny tonight
r For SO mercurial h youth he was de
cidedly serious. His hand twisted III
! beautiful stud in his immaculate shir
? front. Altogether he wasEery preoc
/ cupied. The rug wasn't big enough
Hetrod on the ST. Bernard and wa
T stricken with remorse.
e "Such an owl is well out of til
way" he said. "NIiss EgglestoI
I'll CO."
? "You forget that you dine with us.
! ooh, no; don't forget. Perhap
. you will let me off. I'm not fit for tn
giddy throng tonight"
cit isn't giddy throng. Their
will be papa and'Mr. Gubbins. True
: Mr.. Gubbins is volatile--away fror
Mrs. Gubbins- but you cannot ca
papa giddy."
'No. I'm off tomorrow. In fac
, I've made discovery. "