Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1880-07-23
TT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.

of my past life, which, like Banquo's
ghost, will not down at my bidding. I
try to crush out al thoughts of the
past, as at other times, but they come
with such weight that they are stronger
than my will. - =,
Two years is not long period of time,
it measured as days. weeks and months,
but, if measured by the agony the hui
man heart can endure, it is an eternity.
Some say that hearts cannot break,
others, that women's do sometimes:
but mems are so constituted that they
can bear disaster to the affection with
out material injury to that delicate
organ. I don't pretend to say how this
may be, but I do know this world will
never again look as bright and beauti-
full to me as it did before closed my
eyes on hope.
try to cover my sorrow with mask
Of harshness toward womankind, and
veil succeed; for among my acquaint-
ances am known as bitter, cynical
man, Who sneers at women and love :,
and not one among them would accuse
me Of ever having sentimental thought.
But there are times when the old fires
burst forth Observation-Disclosures, times
in my life when anniversaries come
when temporarily there is an end to
peace, and I must live over again the
bitter past; and tonight is one of those
the slong ago." L is even evening n.A The The
brilliant orb Of day is slowly and ma
jestically sinking toward the western
horizon, The soft breeze is heavily
laden with the fragrance Of the early
spring flowers, and it stirs gently the
tender leaves Of the few forest trees that
have dared to assume their vestments of
green. A broad, deep stream, spanned
by rustic bridge; and directly across
this, and as far away as the view is un-
obstructed, winds a sandy, neglected
road, bordered on one side by dense
underground Of scrub oaks, with here
and there tall pine, which stand like
grim sentinels on guard; and, on the
other, by broad field, which shows by
the freshly, turned soil that the plow-
share Of the husbandman has been busy
there. Half q mile away, can be seen,
standing out in bold relief against the
clear evening sky, the tall, white spires
of the village churches; and, as the
bright rays Of the declining sun are re-
fected from the bronzed balls bylwhich
they are surmounted, they glitter in the
distance like FURNISHED gold,
Upon the bridge stand two figures.
A. youth Of perhaps % years of
age, and girl several years his junior.
She, tail dark and queenly, with deep,
tathomless eyes-such eyes as poets
write of-eyes, one glance from which
can elevate a man to the supreme pima
Gle of happiness or doom him to such ex-
cruciating torture that the pangs suf-
fered by lost souls in the lowest pits Of
hell can scarcely compare with it;
broad, high forehead, over which, as is
the prevailing style, is tastefully al
ranged the glossy locks of jet-black
hair. Her face is one that brings to
memory the description given by an
cient writer's of the goddess Of beauty,
but close reader of human character
would pronounce her possessed of q
heart that would break before it would
yield. and will that is strong as death.
Silence holds supreme sway. The on
~ sound that breaks in upon the calm,
peaceful stiffness is the low, musical
murmur of the stream as it flows be-
Meath the bridge and the vesper hymn
of some feathered songster as it wings
its way to tho deeper shades of the for
| est, 90: !.
The girl is seated upon the low railing
of the bridge. In one hand she holds q
small parasol, while the other, from
which she has removed the dainty glove,
toys idly with O small bunch of wild
flowers which lie upon her lap. Her
eyes are fixed upon the distant hills, and
there is PARKWAY look upon her face
which tells that her thoughts are not of
her immediate surroundings.
Her companion is leaning against the
railing at her side and gazing westward
at the setting sun which; now hangs like
| fiery ball Just above the summit Of the
distant hills. But ever and anon he
turns his face toward the beautiful be-
ing. at his side. and his eyes light up
with what is Enthusiastically look OF
love. 49,. .--,.
at He is. the first to break the silence,
and his voice is low, as if fearful that its
sound would crate harshly upon the
quiet surrounding.
"Myrtle, listen to me, please"
She glanced up, but gave no other
indication that she had heard his re-
quest. ., .s--.--
'.Myrtle,. I must tell you now what
has been on my mind for weeks. It dis
tresses me, beyond the power of language
to describe, to realize that we are no
longer children, and to feel that the i'm
preston made upon me- by your charms
years ago seems now to be increasing to
q deeper sense of your loneliness and
grace. Pardon me If my confession sad
Edens you, but 5I.love you, Myrtle, with
the purest and hottest sentiments of my
heart, and feel that without you my
life will be a hopeless future of sadness
land gloom. Had I never seen you as
now behold you, time might possibly
have erased from nv memory the tender
associations Of the past with which you
fare connected, but now I feel that the
impression of your loneliness can never
fade from my mind. c 80 :. -,
He ceases speaking, and stands await
| ing her reply. Her, eyes have been
fred upon the ripping water, but, Is
| he finishes. she raises them to his
Iface. Not shade of color nantes hef
dark olive cheek. She looks at him al
most haughtily, and not a tremor is dis
cernible upon her face.
/ !" Myrtle, darling, do yourunderstand
me L love yon more than life; for,
| without you, life would be worth moth.
ngsto me. Myrtle, viii you be my
i wHef'' sl 51ss 0 8
l And still she is silent. il minute
i passes. but II seems an age to him, and
then she extends one little hand toward
II him With q <,lodE sn,v hn o1oe,,<, n IN