The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-04-22

weeded. I'll do it now
Wedding is hard work if faithfully
done. Mrs. Stanley worked until, for
WEAKNESS, sne knew she could work
no longer; so, going into the house,
she seated herself in the western
bay window, and taking her knitting
work prepared for an hour of twilight
rest and meditation. A city belle
would have smiled at the homely oc
cupation that busted her fingers but
our little heroine was country-bred
and had many old fashioned notions
that made her happier woman than
she might otherwise have been. The
soft clicking of set of knitting need
les had something in its sound pecu-
liarly quieting and soothing. Busy
people sometimes have the feeling
that they cannot sit and fold their
hands, even when they wish to think.
Let me assure my lady friends that,
with a half knit stocking in their
fingers all such feelings will vanish.
They will have the happy conscious
ness that they are doing something"
and that goes great way in making up
the happiness of some lives. Instead
therefore, of leaning her head upon
her hand, and thus gazing out into
the night, as heroines of romance are
won't to do at the twilight hour, our
heroine took her knitting work, and
sitting in an easy chair looked quiet
ly at the fading sunset, at the slowly
descending new moon, and the bright
stars that came out one by one. Very
beautiful she thought the scene; and
then she wondered where William
was, and what he might be doing.
Perhaps he will go to the theatre,
she thought, and then corrected her
self as she remembered that it was
an opera night, and that he had al
ways expressed wish to see the pop
ular operate star.
The evening breeze at last drove
her from the window, and, lighting the
lamp, she sought the amusement"
column of a daily paper, and found
that the opera for that night was
''Lucrezia Borgia."
"Ah l am glad of that! William
will enjoy it highly" Self-forgetful,
she did not lament that she could not
be there, too; but she pictured the
gay scene, and was happy in Will
liams supposed happiness.
A few chapters from a tragic rom
, ance, so sad that she soon tired of it,
and lastly, in accordance with anoth-
er old-fashioned notion, chapter in
the Bible, and thus Mrs. Stanley end
ed ner arst day alone.
Few of us can remember ever hav-
ing passed two days in succession
F.. exactly alike. The usual ordeS Is a
quiet day, and then an active day,
then another quiet one. SO, az Mrs.
Stanley had passed one still, quiet
day, the one that followed might ma
turally be expected to be of differ
ent character. Ono would have sup
posed that she mad appointed recep-
ton day, so numerous were the calls
she received. Very little time she
had for the odd jobs she had planned.
But the worsted work was finished,
and the pencil drawing commenced.
On the third day the parlor was
strewn with drawing materials, work
ing cotton. ETC., and slight showers
kent Mrs. Stanley indoors and busy.
ooh, this hemstitching is getting
tiresomel l would not make mamma
o present that has cost me any I'M
pleasant hours. I'll lay it aside
for time III draw a little while.
No; III look at those songs Yes;
at this one" And seating herself at
the piano. she opened Memberships
beautiful little song Far Away"
20. far away I'll fly in dreaming,
Where thou art now;
Where everlasting SHOWS are gieam-
ing,
And foaming Brooks go lakeward
streaming.
Where thou art now.
And still my soul pursues its dream
ing
Till thou return.
Time shall not move me to complain
ing,
Our hearts unaltered aye remaining,
TIL thou return"
Charmed by the influence o: the
words and music, Mrs Stanley leaned