Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1882-06-07
NIyrtIe's Deati,less Love.

y nat 90 you liiluhi VI
4 hardly know what to think, Resi'
nald,' re piled the girl, her eyes illumin-
ed with the radiant light Of love, as she
turned in response 10 Reginald Simn-
sous question aud looked at him viii
the beautiful. tender, cAlf-ike look Of a
first and only love. i only know that,
whatever my father may say, whateyer
he may do, my love for yOd will never
Elter or fail, ny trust in the nobility OF
your nature will be as steadfast as the
mighty rock OF Gibraltar that filings back
In ,corn from its stone bullressed base
the mighty bil!o - that arr ever beat
ing acaln.tils solid sides in Lhsi- mad,
impoient fury Wh.n Myrtle got we'll
under way she was a pretty far Inlker.
She was fair slender girl with the
lnstrous brown eyes that One sees so
often iu Drahma hens and a complexion
that never costs less that Que dollar a
box. As she stood in the parlOr OF her
fathers pa latial residence this balmy
June evening, her hand placed trusting
ly in that of Reginald, while her face
almost touched his. as they spoke the
words quoted above, the picture was in
deed a pretty one.
Iu nom mt George W. Hathaway,
the msrchant prince, entered the room.
Reginald at once went up to him. 'Mr.
Hathaway he sald 1 have come here
tonight 10 tell you frankly that last
Sunday morning l went out to the race.
track. You know that Myrtle and l
love each other with a deathless, Dear =
born avenue love that opposition will
only make stronger and that we have
plishted our tro;h. | do not seek TO
defend my conduct Of last Sunday. l
know it is wrong to visit race-track at
all, and especially on Sunday. But it
seemed to be more noble, more mauly,
to tell yeu the exact truth
so you were out to the track Ssn-
day?' asked the old man, his face assum-
ing a sad expression
Yes, sir
AM that was indeed wrong. But
step with me into my library
The two meu stepped into the library
Mr.. Hathaway closing the door as they
entered. Reginald felt that the worst
would soon come. Seating himself in
an easy chair. Mr.. Hathaway looked
earnestly at Reginald for a moment.
Then he spoke up suddenly:
Did you see a little bay mare with a
sort Of spike tail and her near front foot
white being exercised out there Sunday
morning.
Yes, sir, replied Reginald.
How fast did she 90 p
Sac trotted 1 mile in 2,23i, the last
quarter III 3j seconds, was the reply
A peaceful. happy smile stole over
the old mans face. Reginald, my
boy he SAID, in low earnest tones,
that little bay mare belongs to me.
My position as deacon will not allow
ne TO publicly acknowledge the owner
ship of the animal, but you can bet
your sweet life that when she Is cut
loose at tie July races l will break all
the officers Of our church aud several
people IN the adjoiAing parish. Do you
understand, my hoy?
Yes. catch on said Reginald. |
knew you owned the mare all the time,
but a Chicagoan is too noble to give
away his prospective fatber-in-law, and
stepplng to the sideboard Reginald
cour,ously poured out drink Of sour-
mash for Mr.. Hathaway before taking
one himself, The old man did not tall
to notice this acliou. This boy has
the true Saxon spirit he murmured tc
himself, and he shall marry Myrtle
VIXEN the leaves begin 10 turn. i shall
need him myself during the troLting
season.