The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-03-19
IDAHO WORLD.
THr BRIDE OF THE cHEvALIER.
M JOHN EsrEN COOKE.


40 very poor that the prudent maid
when We weighed In the scales together.
Found the one side heavy as lead'
NY own - light - feather!
What then were the loves Of boy and girl
Who had played for years meath the oak trees tall.
And plighted their troth thousand times.
when the Chevsfier came to the halls
He came in chariot gay and fine.
I. through the dust Of the common way.
Twas silly thought that woman's heart
Could Say the rich man nay.
He made his elegant bow. and smiled:
He came again and the day vas won;
when month had passed he was there no more
And the light from the hall was gone;
The light and life of the house and lawn
Had disappeared with the form so dear;
Ny pride. and Joy, my hope: my ALL
And now. GOOD friend, do you ask again.
: why ,oossan with me Is word Of scornl
I loved this girl with . doting love.
And she made my life forlorn!
She sold her maiden body and soul
For silks and jewels and plate and gold;
Faith. and truth. and honor, and heart
Sold, sold. sold
The fslse and feeble heart gave way;
She made me the man you see me now
With the silver in my youthful hair
And the burrows here on my brow;
She taught me then. in my early youth.
That women were t0l6o, ana weak AuO mcAuS
II she chung to her troth-who Knows
Ny hfe-what it might have beena
For spring was then in the bud with me:
My father left me . noble name
With love to shine on the rugged path,
Hooked to the heights Of fame:
And now-I ponder, and NOPE and dream
Through weary life that hate. my friend.
And but fear Of the towards hiss
At towards act, would end!
Do YOU think envy the Chevalier
His beautiful bride with the sunny curls-
The woman loved with . foolish love-
Adored as the pearl OF pearls!
The ChevaEsr is prince Of the Town.
But am king Of the world Of Thought
He is welcome. for me. az the flowers In May,
To the bride whom his money bought
And she, with soul that loved alone
The red COLDS sheen. and the back low bent
To the gilded coach-is welcome too;
She may reign to her hearts content;
She loved once, If she does not now,
When freezing stare would greet my claim
To an old acquaintance, years ago,
With the splendid city dame!
These words said with . bitter heart.
And thought with scorn Of the laughing queen.
Al walked with scowl. through the amiling woods
And over the meadows green:-
But when met, at . ball last night.
The beautiful bride Of the Chevaler.
You may laugh. but swear at sight Of me.
Her eye was dim with tear!
Does she think-I said-in the dances whirl.
As she sees me here, OF the hours long gone
The hours we spent In the dear aid hall.
And under the oaks on the lawn?
turned away, for the dance was done,
turned away with . bitter heart
But slender finger touched my arm
We walked from the crowd apart
Shall write the words Of the voice that shook,
As the blue eyes filed with . sudden tear?
The words would scarcely bring . smile
TO the lips of the Chevalier!
"Alas: for the days." were the murmured words
ave passed in the hall. by the sunny stream.
The DID, old days come back to me.
Like happy. smiling dream!
Sand you-you have never married. sir
You do not love mel see that well;
You pity me, or perhaps despise
The married ball room belle!
But oh! II you knew why the blaze and din
OF balls il AL that I've for now
You would know that the pearls that loop my hair.
Droop over burning brow!
II have pined. long years. for the present hour
But the time has come; are face to face,
You shall know the truth tonight
And the truth. the terrible awful truth.
She had loved me es s iii. With her hear. Of ne.r.
When the bride Of the Chsvalier.
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Had made her yield TO the awful shame
She told me al with . writhing lip
And . cheek that burned like fame.
She told me all, a. shuddered there:
She begged like . child for . word Of grace
From me who longed to draw her close
In passionate, Wild embrace!
But the madness passed, and said no moro
Than the simple words write down here.
II love you. my darling. and pardon all,
Then bowed to the Chevalier;
She took his arm with Q smothered sigh
And look 20 sad as they passed away.
That the blue eyes wet with tears viii haunt
Ny heart 70 it, dying day.
And 20. I have told, good friend Of mine,
The story the world has got by heart,
! do not mutter against my fate.
For each must play his part:
For me, I have worn the "inky cloak"
While you may have danced in ribands gay;
But the dress IL naught 10 the heart IL right,
And We watch, and praise and pray