The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-11-11

WndL 40 you Culuk, Auul NlOlSI'
The new minister is coming tonight"
Miriam Blake and her cousin, Fife
Towers burst into the quiet, old-fash-
toned sitting room like twin gales OF
wind, so fresh and sudden and inspirit-
ing were they.
1t was very cheerful apartment,
with the crimson carpet flooded with
October sunshine, the canary singing
from his cage among the geraniums in
the window seat, and bright wood
fire cracking from FURNISHED brass
andirons on the hearth-for Aunt V1o-
let loved an open fire, and adhered to
it through all the modern innovations.
She was a woman past 80, yet very
pretty withal-a woman whose type OF
face and form would always remain
youthful. Brown hair, with ripping
lights of gold upon its surface; blue
gray eyes, large and shaded with long
lashes; a complexion where the fresh,
white and red betokened perfect
health, and smiling, cherry-red melt
ing mouth, whose smiles betrayed
a singularly regular set of teeth-Mlss
Violet was perhaps quite as attractive
In her mature womanhood as she had
been in her fresher girl days.
Tonight" said Aunt Violet. And
is the parsonage all in readiness?
"All prepared, l believe. And, what
do you think, Aunt Violet" went on
Miriam, with girlish eagerness, of old
Mrs March going there with her two
daughters, to prepare tea, and make
1t sort of humlike, as she says, Tor
him the first night?"
And Violet smiled over her crochet.
"Why," struck in Fife Towers, the
Marsh girls are as old as the hills!
mot quite as old as the hills" SAID
Aunt Violet, quietly. Sarah Marsh is
about my age, and Mehitable cannot
be more than a year or two older"
"Oh, Aunt Violet" said Efie, coax
ingly, stealing both arms around MISS
Browns slender waist, nobody ever
thinks of you being old"
"It's an indisputable fact, neverthe-
less" said Aunt Violet, serenely.
aunt Violet" said Miriam, sudden
ly. as she sat looking for full IN the
face. chow l wish Mr.. Smith would
fall in love with you!"
Aunt Violet shrugged her shoulders
envy dear child, isn't Brown a sufi
GENTLY cognomen but you want &c
change it into the still more hack
neyed name of Smith,"
81 wasn't thinking of the name, Aunt
Violet was only rejecting to myself
what splendid minister's wife yct
would make"
Il shall never make anybody's vile
Miriam"
"What nonsense" calculated the gay
girl. "Why, aunty, you are the pref
test of our whole set, yet, with you
sweet-pea complexion and those DIG
innocent eyes of yours
But here Fife Towers interrupted
speaking gravely, with serious glance
81 know what makes Aunt Vlole
sneak so Miriam-she had dlsap
pointment years and years ago.!
3Aunty! Did you really?"
"Years and years ago. as Ellie says
had a lover" returned Aunt Violet
calmly.
"And what interrupted the curren
Of true lover"
81 was foolish and wished to test m
mower. Clarence-that was his name
was hasty and impulsive, and my fol
Iy jncensed him. So we parted
"And is he married now?"
81 do not know. / have never see
nor heard from him since. He wa
only spending the summer vacation
a college student, in our quiet village
"What was his last manner"
s'That's of no consequence, Miriam
do not let us disinter any more of tn
horrid past. l have told you my foil,
See that you take warning by it."
And none of Miriam Blake's so
conxings could win from Aunt Viol'
any further condolences.
"You are not an old maid, darlir
aunty," said Miriam, "but Sarah Mars
is. and mean to enter the lists wit