The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-07-22
6be Unruly Member.

By HELEN FORREST GRAVES

her roses in front of the Gothic cot
tage, never dreamed Of the beady black
eyes which were watching her. as the
elderly widow went by. Or perhaps
the sunshine would have been lec5 ra-
dant, and vague fear would have
overshadowed the glow and softne+ss OF
the July atmosphere.
Mrs. Carroll had sat, and silently alb
sorbed the conversation in Miss Ar
rams boudoir, but she was not so taci-
turn at the next place at which she
called.
'Do you know the Winstons?" she
asked Of Mrs. Maj. Murrell.
"The young people who have just
rented FARMLAND Cottage? No. but
my brother, George, knows Mr.. Win"
ston."
"Ah!" sighed Mrs. Carroll, "how lit
tie young folks dream what's in store
for 'em in this wicked world. Else
they'd all stay single, that's my tpin-
ion"
what do you mean?" demanded
Mrs, Murrell.
Don't you know"
81 can't possibly imagine what you're
talking about"
"WelE Mr. Winston has left his Nife,
and she is there at home singing opera
songs to other gentlemen, and the
young couple don't even correspond.
/ believe people think she has diacov-
cred that he cares more for 'Melia Ray
mond, his old sweetheart, than he ever
did for her. Amelia has an aunt in
Boston, and | shouldn't wonder il he
has gone there for the express purpose
of meeting her"
''You don't tell me sol" cried Mrs
Maj. Murrell, and away she went, the
moment Mrs Carroll and taken hel
leave, to see what old Mrs. Ginger
thought about it.
Have you heard the sad news about
the Winstons?" she asked, untying bel
hat strings, and tanning herself vic
lently.
mo; what is it?" asked Mrs Ginger
! prieking up her ears like an ancien
! war horse at the sound of artillery.
"Why he has left her and gonD t.
Boston to meet his old sweetheart
! Amelia Raymond, and she is practic
ing for the opera-she always had
q good voice you know-with lots OF for
= eign gentlemen at her house. 1t i
very imprudent Of her, under the cir
/. cumstances, you know what Agne
; Brown always was. Maj. Burrell al
ways said that Frank Winston woul
never make a steady husband"
"Well / never!" cried Mrs. Ginge
:, 81 shall see her aunt at the sewing eli
Gle this afternoon, and l mean to as
/ her if it is true
"Oh, there's no mistake about IL!
6 said Mrs. Murrell, eagerly. 81 had
- from the very best authority"
e Yet the good woman really belieTG
ID what she said. There is no accountir
w for the glamour that female tongue
=. will cast about female when once Il
evil spirit Of gossip is abroad.
>, "Pooh! stuff and nonsense!" sa
~ Brother George, q good-looking y0ul
attorney, when his sister impaired
81 him the dreadful tidings" which we
of now in brisk circulation. Il don't b
&c lieve a word of it,"
'Tts all true, nevertheless" assert
ia Mrs Murrell.
ne "Why, I've been there again a
again since the wedding, and they a
the most devoted couple / ever saw
~, "Ah!" sigherd Mrs. Murrell. "the
,o+ is always something wrong where
see so much outward show. I'm sor
for them, very!"
mo George Wrexham pulled his mi
m tache in sore perplexity, and when
rumor reached him for the third tin
on he walked straight to the telegraph
flee and sent off brief message:
,rt "To F. Winston, Esq, Parker Hou
VOW Boston: What's this people are
: ing about you and your wife? Bet
r,d come home and see about it?
49,, George Wrexham."
hty Aunt Barbara Brindale, at the Sc
on. ing circle, heard the tidings with
tier credulous establishment.
"Our Agness parted from her
and band and going on the stage!"
ing cried dropping her thimble in dism