The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1875-08-27
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prived Of that privilege. Are you or
Au revoir."
They were standing together, she with
her soft, round arms, white, perfect shoul
ders, made exquisite by the softeninq
shadows of a. y6ung, cloudless moon,
looking up with that sorcery 30 allur.
ingly fatal, smiling the half question:
'Do not love youW
"My Godl II you did not love me
should die. There is no Paradise but
your smile; no Heaven but your eyes.n
And the stern, proud man bent low,
with qulvering lips, to touch her hand.
"Darling, you hated me once because
L was q w0man-how can you love me
noww she murmured, resting languidly
on his arm.
Hated! Great God! have done moth
ing but worship you. You are life,
heaven, everything; there is no death
with you near memo agony with your
love-"
1t was only a strong, passionate man,
crushed by woman's arts; yet there she
leaned, with her bare " white arms and
exquisite form resting like petted child
on MIN.
She was passionately exacting, and
he was cruelty jealous, because he had
| staked his life here and his life hereafter
| ON Womans word; and she was only
| adding another triumph to her list in
heartless coquetry. He had followed
her to Saratoga, coaxed and entreated
| her TO return to her beautiful country
home, Varteany, where he might spend
hours will. her in delicious, unconscious
enchantmeht. 1t scarcely lasted a-sea-
son, for Tilden, the man OF fashion and
soft fattery, with his worldly knowledge
OF Woman's weakness; his handsome,
devilish lace and thorough independ-
ence; his calm defiance of sOclety's
rules; his stanch indifference to WOO
lngs ana soft nothings, discovered Lelps
trysting place, and every week found
him riding, yachting or making her 'ssub-
nit to tralnlng"-something she had
never known before.
"No, Lell, am not one of your vic.
TINS" he said one day. while eyery
word made his heart throb in passionate
contradiction.
melville is fool enough to love you,
little knowing that the structure intend
ed for your heart Is only q marble block,
inscribed 'Ambitionp"
She gazed out over the lake in silence;
for once the cutting sarcasm died ON her
lips. A deep sigh, and she threw all the
depth OF her soul into the languid, yearn-
ing eyes.
"Am l then so heartless, so cold?"
1t was the terrible temptation of his
life, and yet, with an almost iron will, he
held her Oft and said:
, mo, you are a wildly passionate wo-
man, such as man meets once in life
time and then dies for"
(. "Would you die for mew she asked, in
studied innocence.
'No; but would live for you. 1 do
not love the worldly woman, but the
child with the delicate nature and pas.
sionate tonings; the worldly dross l
despise; get rid Of it, darling, and be my
wile."
A week later a man with contracted
brow and stern, white face stood waiting
IN the arbor way, as woman, clad III
rich bridal array, entered. He caught
her in his arms and almost crushed her
as he muttered: p
"You tried TO murder me, but shall
not die. Now go. and thousand curses
on you and himi;' 'F
He flung her from him in maddened
agony.
''Inank God, it is over and he didn't
XIII me. L was almost afraid to meet
him. la, how he loved me-"
Two hours after, with the same old
time Witchery in her sorceress eyes, the
same gladdening fascination in her i'm.
perious smile, she clung to Tilden as his
wife.