The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-07-22

You would have recognized Rose
Lodge as the residence Of an unmar'
ried female had you seen it in Rus
STA or Japan, or on the very shore Oh
the Gauges! 1t bore the unmistakaole
impress of single blessedness on us
portico and front steps-the ooX-easeo
borders spoke it as plainly as II every
leaf and twig had been voice
The very dead leaves and 1a1leh
rose petals did not have a chance 10
wither away in peace on the CLOSELY
shaven grass, but were WhlsKeo away
with a garden broom almost ere they
were fallen, and the flowers bloWeu
stiffly in geometrically shaped peuS'
while 1ove-in-idleness" and "bache-
lor's" buttons we're not even tolerated
within the green-painted gates.
While the cottage opposite was sucn
q contrast. Built in the simple Gothlc
style, it's easements twined and shapeo
with clematis and honeysuckle, and us
garden walks graceful wilderness Oh
bloom and fragrance, it had all the as
pect of an inhabitated Eden, and the
key of the difference between tnese
two cottages was that one was pep
pied by a young married couple Ihe
other by a lady of a certain age, anu
very uncertain prospects OF matrl-
mony.
'My dear" said Mrs. Carroll-Mlss
CYNTHIA Arran was receiving morning
visitors in her blue chintz-furnlshed
boudoir, a room which she had ntteo
up exactly after the description or the
.boudoir of Lady Blanche Somebody IN
the last novel that she had peruseo-
my dear, who are your nelghDors
Miss Peckham put up her eyeglasses
Mrs. johnson put aside the curtain 10
obtain better prospect and MISS AT
ran answered carelessly:
"Oh. a bride and bridegroom, pc
lieye: Agnes Winston and her nus
band!"
do you know them!
~'Only by sight" :,
For Miss Cynthia did not deem II
necessary to state that she had calleo
ON the new arrival, but that MT aho
Mrs. winston, having somehow hearc
uof Miss Abrams reputation as genel'
al gossip. and female edition OF Pau
PRIV. had neglected to return the Visit
81 know all about EN- SAID MIS-
Johnson, mysteriously, wagging th'
roses in her bonnet front. HE USED u
visit Amelia Raymond, dion I ne! REQ
nile always thought that would De
match. until Agnes Brown came along
He's lawyer, isn't he?
eyes" said Miss Arran; he's
lawyer , A..
perhaps that's he?" questioned Mars
Johnson with q nod Of the head to
ward a blaek-coated figure IN the snao
ow Of some flacs.
"No." Miss Arran answered, thaI
q gardener that comes by the Ga.
FRANK Winston is too line, 1t seem
"a trim and prune his own trees an
bushes. But he's in Boston just no
AT least that is what their chambe
maid told my maid Of all work
.In Boston, crwiod Mrs. Jobnso
eleyating both hands; "and they n
married three months yet!
81 thought it looked bad slgh'
Miss Arran, 'but l make a point
never interfering with my nelghooi
business.
ssOf all things, I despise gossip, sa
Mrs Johnson. "Dces she seem to pl
much, dear?'
0Not she," said Miss Cynthia, with
TOSS of her curls. Il Just wish y
could hear her sing opera airs at tn
piano"
"Does he write to herr"
owe never seen the postman col
.bore vet. said Miss .Arran, mouI
fully.
"Ab-h-h!" groaned Mrs. Johnst
..rbat's what come of love-matches
never did believe in 'em, for my pa
Well" rising to go, 81 am sorry u
are so Ill suited to each other. Il
was a little acquainted with her,
90 over to offer her some sympatf
hut folks do say she is too haugl
TO appreciate any such attenti
pride must have fall, sooner or la
that's all I've got to say"
Mrs. Johnson took her leave,
oretty young Agnes Winston, trimm