Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1882-05-20
A CHICAGO IDYL.
tFrom the Chicago Tribune.l

"Must l really go, sweetheart :"
"Yes," replied Lillian Mcclure,
placing her shapely white hand in his,
and looking into his face with a ten
der earuestness hat showed the true
womanlimess of her nature ; sit is bet
ter. far better for both of VI that we
should part forever" but as she spoke
the hot tears of pain welled up into
her beautiful brown eyes-those eyes
that had witched with their bright
glances aud dreamy tenderness so
many men-and With q little sob of
pain Lillian's head was bowed upon
George w. SIMPSONS shoulder in ali
ecstasy OF grief.
"CUuldu't you put a ten-year limit
OH your bill, d%arling?" asked the
young man, bending gently over the
little mead that was piIlowed 90 trust
iugly just under his left ear ; 81 GER
tainly ought 20 have as good a chance
rs a Chinnman."
A low moan OF pain and a convul-
sive shake ut the little head was the
only response.
But George was not to be denied
q easily. Can / not have one hope 2"
he said. zone little n%ickel.plated, 10
cent hope 2" n
Lillian lifted her head and looked
at him steadily. "Perhaps,'' she said,
in cold, Bafin MS Bay tones, "you would
drop if a house Tell Oh you. but l be-
tgin to doubt it,. Know then, since
you will have it, that unce' no cir
cumstances can ever accept your
proffered love, for / am u packers
daughter, aud packers' daughters
come high"-this with a naughty
expression that lower-case type eau.
net convey.
George w. Simpson saw at once
that this proud beauty had been max
ing a plaything of his love. The rev.
elaiion was q terrible one. but he bore
it bravcly.
"Vey well," he said, In husky,
hours tones.
"You have stamped with the iron
heel of corn upon the tender violet
of my budding love, but some day
when your children-littIe winsome
brats with sunny smiles aud an as
sortment of collie that will keep You
up three nights every week-are
climbing upon your knee until you
are in danger of becoming knee.
sprung, you will perhaps remember,
with n tinge of sadness in the recol.
lection, how yeu toyed with the love
of a loyal, trusting, Cook-county
heart and threw forever over a young
and happy life the black pail Of a dis.
appointed hope and crushed ambition
l have seen the roses of Lay love with,
err and waste away until they lie shriy
elied and blighted by the dusty road
side of Life, aud you can bet that
feel pretty tough about it. l lave
seen my beautiful and stately Ship o
Hope, with its tall, shapely masts ant
towering wings OF snowy canvas. tina
sailed away so buoyantly and bravel,
over the sbimmering sea not man
mouths ago, come back to me q shape
less wreck-the tapering spars tina
were so white and clean now jagee,
aud broken, and to them clinging tn,
dark seaweeds, while of the sails tina
rivalled the clouds in Aeecy purit,
there remain only blackened shredl
that flap dismally In the meanin.
wind, whose voice seems to sound
the requiem and dirge of nv deaf
and buried love. l have got the Dos
wreck, and don't you forget it,"
Lillian looked at him steadily for
) moment. "Do you mean these word
you have spoken, George :" she aske d
"You a bet your life l do" Ii,
answered in low, passionate tones.
And do you really love me o,
dearly Z"