The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-05-08

"Well, I'm fairly loaded down with
treasures. Won't the home folks at
the East be delighted when we carry
our trophies baek2 Only think, Lucy,
tho winter is gone and for once in
our lives We haven't seen snow. To-
morrow is Easter, you know"
They we're dragged and hair-dishev-
eled, these two girls, whose merry
voices were caught by the impudent
west wind and carried over the sand
dome piled up by the advancing
waves that screened the little cottage
just beyond from the view of the
treasure seekers on the beach. The
breakers had dashed their pretty tour
ist dresses with salt spray more than
once when their interest in searching
for sea secrets had made them obliy-
ious Of their proximity.
Such glad, happy voices they we're,
so full Of youths abundant enthusi-
asm, so vibrant with life's sweet i'm
pulses that the solitary man standing
in the door of his vine-covered cottage
turned his face in the direction from
whence they came, and, shading his
eyes with one muscular hand, listensd.
His face was not a happy one, and
his eyes-really fine eyes they were,
full of possibilities of loying-wero
brimmed with disconnected shadows.
The mans form, as he stood there,
quite filled the doorway, suggesting
the thought that his measurement must
have been taken when the cabin was
constructed, and the entrance made
an exact fit with little or no space to
spare. This suggestion of economy
was carried out even more noticeably
in the anterior arrangement of the tiny
abode. The bed, a rude affair of un-
dressed boards and army blankets,
together with a chest of tools, ex-
actly fitted across one end of the single
room. A few necessary cooking utensils
anda more lavish display of garden tools
occupied every availablespace upon the
walls of this diminutive establishment,
where, Notwithstanding its compact
ness, "order reigned supreme" Every
article that could by any pos sible
means be hung upon the wall had its
own particular nail, and was in its
place. That the man was orderly in
all his belongings could be seen at a
glance Even the flowers in the garden
grew in prim, decided rows, and the
cottage floor was without the usual in
dications of masculine housekeeping.
Having noticed these things, one nat
urally becomes DESTROYS of closer &C
quaintance with the man, who, living
an existence of utter isolation, sur
rounds himself with so many refining
influences.
"There is some uncommon element
of attraction in the mans moody face,
and one can almost imagine the mouth
to be sensitively curved Under its
heavy growth of beard. Looking at
him as he stands under the luxuriant
swaying vines hanging from his cot
tage caves, you feel that it is all a
mistake, this hermit life OF his. Nature
never intended him for a recluse. Hi
heart is too large too lavish with at
fectionate impulses that have striver
to find satisfaction in the flowers ht
has cultivated for the very love O.
them. There should be a sweet faced
woman at his side, and children
at play among the flowers
There are some people so eminentl,
fitted for the genuine home life tina
they carry suggestions of it abou
them like the fragrance of per
fume that cannot be separated from
their personality. Hugh Andrew
realized his weakness. He knew tina
the futter of feminine skirts and til
ripple of childish laughter filled hi
whole being with strange tenderness
and knowing this he fought against
with stubborn determination rarel
exercised in the conquering Of IN
worthy passions.
Years ago he had vowed to hate hu