Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-10-15
Love in Chicago.
From the Chicago Tribune.

IToIu the CnlcaXO tribune.
81 should blush to twitter"
These words were uttered in half-laughing,
half-serious tone by beautiful girl OF 10, who
stood on the veranda of turreted villa and
looked with eager, wistful gaze toward the west
where the setting sun was gliding with it's eX-
piring rays the green-topped hills and heather
hedged wales which lay between Jackson Hall and
the great lake, on whose blue bosom idly floated
q fine fleet Of lumber hOokers. Turning quickly
from her contemplation of the golden halo which
the setting sun cast over the earth Miriam Jack
son spoke to her father. saying:
care you going to KenOsha this evening
papa?"
mo, darling" was the reply, the voice of the
pork packer instinctvely assuming more ten
der tone as he addressed his only daughter.
mot kenOsha-sOme other station on the North
western road;" and springing lightly into
coupe, which drove up to the door, he kissed
his hand to Miriam and was gone.
lat last, she said softly to herself sat last he
has gone and left me alOne-alOne with my
thoughts: And what are those thoughts? What
can they be, except of George, and nv love for
him-that love which has gilded my heart with
it's bright. beautiful rays of hope as the morn
ing sun gilds the Alhambra Palace? Oh. George.
without your love should indeed be a desolate
girl
When Miriam was started she could 90 quite
clip
Over the closely trimmed lawn whose velvety
surface gave forth no sound as his feet pressed
heavily upon it, came young man, a strong,
handsome fellow in the full flush or straight
f1ush-whch ever suits the reader best-of early
MANHOOD Miriam did not see him. but the
faithful watch dog did, and came bounding
forth from his kennel. grabbing the young man
blithely by the seat of the trousers and gallon
ing away in merry glee tothe back yard with his
mouth full OF gents furnishing goods. Fortu-
nately Tor GeOrgeW Simpson the jOcund day was
swiftly waning, and gray-hOoded night was
spreading her sable mantle DER ALL Including
his trousers. Stepping still more softly overthe
lawn he was on the porch and seated in a chair
before Miriam was aware of his presence, and it
was only when he spoke her name in the low
dulcet tones that one only acquires by living in
Chicago and trying to talk while tug is taking
some vessels through the river that she knew of
by his side, and, placing her fair young face close
to his, said: '1s it you. darling?"
George never deceived a trusting heart ssIt
is me, y he said, admitting his identity and lack
OF OF familiarity with Lindley Murray at the same
time.
Il was so awfully afraid you wouldn't come, :"
continued the girl" and papa acted as if he
never would go, and really and 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 dreadfully horrid
things, that was almost ready to cry. But you
are here now, aren't you. darling?'
Looking tenderly into the blue eyes. and kiss
ing fondly the red lips. he said: Are you sure
you love me, little one?'
'.Sure!" exclaimed the girl, starting to her
feet. care you sure that you exist? Are you
sure that the snn will rise tomorrow"
George Simpson did not reply. He had lived
In Chicago many years, and had long since quit
betting on sure things
$50 sure" said Miriam, Gas yon planet that
shines SO brightly in the eastern horizon will be
there when another day shall have run its course,
SO sure is it that my love for you will never, can
George liked this. He didn't know what hori-
zOn meant, and was trifie haZy about planet;
but when Miriam talked about the day running
It's course he was at home. He visited run
ring course every summer, and generally got his
money on the wrong horse. 81 must test her
love. ne 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
Bending low over the tiny pink ear, George
simpson whispered into it few earnest words
rosy blush suffused Miram's cheek as she
rose, and. without word, led George to her
Ia room .!n there" she said, ''are pants
till you can't rest"
The door closed behind him with heavy clang.
rive minutes later he emerged clad in a pair of
trousers belonging to the naughty pork packer.
miriam had proved her love.