Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1881-11-05
1ancaster fntflIiQellrer.
SATURDAY EVENING. NOV. s, 1881.
IS Should Blush TO TWitter.''

The above words were uttered in a half.
laughing, half-serious tone by beautiful
girl of 10, who stood in the veranda of a
turleted villa and looked with eager, wist-
full gaze toward the west, where the set
ting sun was gliding with its expiring rays
the grcen-topped hills and hcather-hedged
wales which lay between Jackson Hall and
the great lake on whose blue bosom idly
floatcd fine feet of lumber hookers.
Turning quickly from her contemplation of
the golden halo which the setting sun cast
over the earth, Miriam Jackson spoke to
her father, saying: " Are you going to Kc-
nOsha this evening, papa"'
No darling," was the reply, the voice
Of the pork broker instinctively assuming
a more tender tone as he addressed his
only daughter "Nct Kcnosha-somc other
station on the Northwestern road" and
springing lightly into coupe, which drove
uD to the door, he kissed his hand to Mi
riam and was gone.
"At last" she said softly to herself, ''at
last h, has gone and left me alone-alone
with my thoughts. And what arc those
thoughts What can they be, except of
George and my love to him-that love
which has gilded my heart with its bright,
beautiful rays of hope, as the morning sun
gilds the Alhambra palace. Oh, George,
without your love should, indeed, DC a
disOlate girl"
When Miriam was started she could 60
quite clip.
Over the closely trimmed lawn, whose
vclvety surface gave back no sound as his
feet pressed heavily upon it, came young
man-a strong, handsome fellow in the
full flush or straight flush-whichevcr
suits the reader bcst--of early manhood.
Miriam did not sec him, but the faithful
watch dog did, and came bounding forth
from his kennel, grabbing the young man
blithlcy by the scat of the pants and gal
lOping away in merry giec to the back
yard with his mouth full of gents furnish
ing goods. Fortunately for George w.
Simpson the jocund day WAS swiftly wan
ing, and the gray hooded night was spread
ing her sable mantle over all, including
his pants. Stepping still more softly over
the lawn, he was on the porch and seated
in chair before Miriam was aware of his
presence, and it was only when he spoke
her name in low dulcct tones that she
knew of his presence. Running quickly
to him, she knclt by his Side aud, placing
her fair young face close to his, said ''ls
it you, darling"'
George never deceived i trusting heart.
"It is nle, hc said, admitting his identity
and lack of familiarity with J.indlcy Muir
ray at the same time.
Il was 50 awfulIy afraid You wouldn':
come" continued the girl, land papa
acted as if he never would so. and really
aud truly began to think that perhaps
you had missed the train, and then again
that maybe you didn't love me at all, and
ever and ever SO many drcadiully E0rrid
things that | was almost ready to cry.
But you arc hero now, aren't you darl-
ing:''
With a rib cracking hug the young man
testified to his presence. Then looking
tcnderly into the blue eyes, and kissing
fondly the rcd lips, he said Are you
sure you love me, little onc?'
"Sule!' exclaimed the girl, starting to
her feet. "Arc you sure that you exist?
Are you sure that the sun will rise to-
morrow? ,"
George Simpson did not reply. lie had
lived many years. and had long since quit
betting on sure things.
$50 sure" said Miriam, "as yon planet
that shines SO brightly liz the Eastern hori-
zon will be there when another day shall
have run its course, SO sure is it that my
love for you will never, can never, fade or
falter'
George liked this. lie didn't know what
horizon meant, and was a triilc hazy about
planet, but when Miriam talked about the
day running its course he was at home.
lie visited a running course every summer,
and generally got his money on the wrong
horse. ~ must test her love-" he said
softly to himself, and turning to the girl
he said " And would you prove your
love, my own"
''Would ], my darling? Try me that
is all ask
Bending low over the tiny pink ear,
George Simpson whispered into it a few
earnest words. A rosy blush sutfuscd
Miriam's check rs she rose, and, without
word, led George to her fathers room.
LIN there" she said, are pants till you
can't rest"
The door closed behind him with Il
heavy ciang. Five minutes later he
emerged clad in a pair If trousers belong
ing to the naughty pork packer.
Miriam had proven her love.