The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1881-10-26
A Nineteenth century Romance

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a. Nineteenth Century Romance
They SGT alone in q deeply shaded recess
OF the bay window, Vic let Caryll and Abel
bert Jones, while just beyond them thr ougf
the fimsy lace curtains of marvellous texture
and priceless worth could be seen the forms
Of the merry dancers as they swept languidlJ
by In the sensuous measures of the waltz !;
fair young faces laid trustfully against
shoulder blades, and beautiful forms encir,
cled by strong, manly arms that would glad.
lysshave held them from the storms that life,
however fair it seems, must bring to al.
Nearly q tWelvemonths ago these two, sit.
ing in the window, had plighted their troth.
Violet Caryll was the only daughter Of a
purse-proud millionaire, and accustomed to
every luxury that money could purchase,
while Adelbert jones was only a poor book
keeper, with no chance to steal anything and
get ahead in the world. He had come to the
soisee dansante given by Violets father to
honor her nineteenth birthday, and had wan
dered with her to the bay window, where,
secure fronn. observation, they might talk Of
tho all-absorbing passion that bound their
hearts together in the silken letters of love.
T have been thinking Of you, darling, all
the day" said Violet in q low, sweet voice,
the very meditation Of which told better
than words how her whole being was wrap
ped up il the love she bore the strong-limbed
young man whose eyes looked inte hers with
sach 3 tender expression. T have not been
here at all, but away, away hardly know
where. Only ii the LAND my footsteps have
fingered in all day, I never cried FOR love
that did not come, nor felt hungered for
loves WI gifts, nor felt lonely, nor desolate
nor afraid. Because, because beneath the
turquoise skies Of my mystical dreamla1d,
in the rose-laden air, love was always with
me love with strong arms and Clinging
kisses and deathless tenderness. And {
knew no loneliness, nor sorroW, nor heart
break
But you do not doubt my love. sweet
heart 2" he mur,nured, bending over her
with loverlike tenderness and kissing softly
the Wine-red lips that overriding the sensitive,
dropping mouth
"No," she said, looking st him with
proud, loVe-lit eyes, while q Winsome smile
lent additional beauty to the fair face. "I
do not doubt you for an instant, only when Z |
am lonely and sad, and then / think that
some one more beautiful than I may win you
from me. know I am not beautiful, Abel
bert, and in my jealous moments it comes to |
me with o great throb-the power Of beauty |
over % Soft, pearly flesh, rounded
euryes. sweet red lips, velyety eyes-all the
magic and marvel Of tint and texture Of out
Ene-Whan I think Of this, / say, I am in
utter despair'-and the proud girl crushed
with cruel fierce, betwes nher white, tapering
fingers, a flower pot that stood with others
on the window. The noise attracted the at
bentien Of her father, who was passing by
and he pushed aside the curtains and entered
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'sHow much will a new window cost ~
said old Mr.. Caryll to his agent next morn
ing.
'sDid he take the sash with him p
eyes
"About $15."
Two years later Violet Caryll married a
man who owned two steam barges and q Tug.
But her heart Was desolate and her young
love blighted.