The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1881-06-22
mo. 40.
GooDsBYE, MYLoVER, GOODBYE,
A PICTURESQUE fARTING-A SCENE TO
THRILL a HEART. OF MARBLE.

H. A"eie rs always u SadneSstl parting
. which is heroic; there is always sor.
row ia saying farewell, which conse.
y crates the moment to virtue. SHY Ma
" tive Land, Good Nightw was not the
D irony Of the exiled libertiue, but the
G sigh of the departing poet. Those who
}, have heard Farewell, My Own" war
pied hy an exhausted tenor with the
: last "finafore" troupe Of Summer, can
appreciate the ineffable sadness of the
thought. 5. a3.gltg - '"s
!, The picturesque story of parting be.
e tween two young lovers Of Louisville
mas somehow grown to whisper, and
Is causing sensation Ill certain know.
a ing circles Of this city. Several DAYS
ago young man. who was about "sai|-
ing out into the West" in search of for
tune ana fame, found the day of his de-
! pafture at hand and a fair younp pirl
with black eyes to be left behind. They
] were "sweethearts," with the approring
smiles OF parents, aud he was going
west to make a nest somewhere in
which he would in time install her.
But the brightest hopes and fondest ex.
pectations Of the future could not dispei
the sorrow Of parting. Two or three
years, though nothing in the life work
or life happiness of the young couple
is dreary waste to those separated a.
ter daily companionship of years, from
childhood to maturity.
And SO he was cast down and she was
all red with weeping and nervous with
emotion. But, brave girl, she would
not let him see her sorrow; she would
not bid him God, speed with bright
face and cheering words. AID so re.
solving, she cried herself to sleep the
night before. The next morning she
arose late land, anticipating the last
call, hurried to make herself fresh and
bright for him. .Batquick on the heels
Of. her rising, a carriage dashed IN to /.
the gate, followed BY prolonged pull
of tho bell, and in minute more the
departing lover was in the parlor.
II have just time" he said to her
mother, breathlessly, s"to bid her GOOD
bye and catch the train.''
"But," cried the mother. aehast,
"she is in the bathroom ="
''Ihen let me shake hands with her
through the door, for have but ten
minutes in which to get to tbe depot.
1t was a critical moment, but viii, )
l'er heart full Of sympathy for the twos,
young people, tire mother said yes, and,
leading the way through the haE and
upstairs, showed the expectant young
man into the room Of his adored one.
1t was the shrine Of innocence. The
white drapcry of the bed tumb led. like
the crest Of chopped seas, told Of recent
rising. BY its side pair Of tiny boots
and little limp mass of colored silk
mutely testified to an uncompleted toll
eft, which other carelessly thrown arti-
cles Of sacred mystery in female attire
about the room proved. The glance of
a moment carried this scene to the
young mans heart. He was on sacred
ground, in the midst of purity. A few
words were hastily called through the
door by the mother; there was q little
suppressed scream, and then the door,
opening quickly but cautiously, let ous
a dainty little hand, all rosy with the
innocent blush which starting from the
heart went thrilling to every tip. just
the hand, with the glimpse of a white
arm, Selling it. he covered 1t with
kisses, saying farewell the meantime,
the mother standing near. Suddenly
there came aerash, a'scream, then dead
/ silence from below. The young lover
stood dumbfounded to see his atlored
ones mother, practical to- the core,
/ rush out of the room to the scene OF
disaster, leaving him with the bathroom
door agar and MS weeping sweetheart
peilind ~. and her warm hand In his
own. Talk Of moments weighted with
sensation! Not all of aEdisff Of early
cucumbers IN the remorssful stomach
of dyspeptic could produce the halfof
mingled feelings which tossed the
young mans heart as IN a blanket.
Pressing her hand, he kissed 1t again
and again. murmuring how hard it was
), to leave without seeing her. The min-
utes were flying, not, faster than the
heart beats of the lover, as the door.
swung silently and slowly further and
further aiar.S The rosy hand was fol-
lowed by a cleaning arm, round and
white as marble; then the dimpled el-
bow and shoulder 90 soft, so winning
in curve and color, that the SCULPTOR OF
painter might have stood before It aAd
: sighed his heart out for the weak yaair
ty of his dreams. And on the shouid-
! er, resting like the snowy fringe u a
blossom against she blushing chesk Of
peach, lay q white baps' g Alt lin-
e. len mistiIy prolonged into = bewfider-
Is.;g traccry of exquisite Nacs, under
WIZ ,ose tiny intFlaoings the startled
beatI.no of an i,t,ooetIt emott3n fiutter-
ed like ..5vis dove In the meshes Of 4
net. And so the revelation came WITH
the Irresistible flood Of these two hearts
beating, against the obstacle. Abe
arm and shoulder peeped an arch lead
:. with closed eyes and braided blacE hair,
tile face overlaid with modct red.
Then snowy neck and throat Hke. Gne
| drift OF snow, to which anotIer dainty
hand clutched mass of isce6 'feln-
bling confusion.
t But when Venus went the bath and
i Godi.a rode forth in tb.Sin1ist OF ner nalI,
:. Olympus and all the rorld closed 1neir
. eyes. And it is beg TO close an eyes upon
g this scene of iuuc>eDce ana artiess sorrow.
There was o,.ck rushing together OF the
y lips, q mom1it of fnttering in pair Of
: manly a,.ds, and then, bounding down
the .;airs like a deer, tho young man dart
"a into his carriage and was soon speed
+. ing behind a locomotive score of miles
! away from any misinterpretation of his
ardor. And this was an actual ocedr-
renee in Louisville several days ago.
il Louisville Courier Journal.
-"MRs. Topnoody, / VAT you to
understand, madam he tapped
his breast dramatically-M am the
, enoineer of thu. establishments