The Portland daily press., 1882-06-09
Tried and Untrue.
Why Rupert Hetherington's Course Of
Love Ran Roughly.
[Chicago Tribune.]

lChicago Tribune.l
"I have been waiting for you, Rupert"
Desdemona McCaffery was a witching straw
berry blonde, with dreamy brown eyes and q
large, voluptuous foot that attracted attention
wherever she went. Careless and trihing in
most things, and little rocking whether she
had pie or radishes for breakfast, her love for
Rupert Hetherington was the one absorbing
passion of her life When he was by her side
life was like beautiful day in June, with the
flowers blooming, the bright sunshine gladden.
ing every nook, and the balmy breath of early
summer making sweet perfume OF the zephyrs
that came softly from the azure-blue skies,
and kissed the warm bosom of the vordure-clad
earth.
"I am never unhappy when you are with me,
darling" she said, Nesting her head on Ru-
pert's shoulder; "but when you are away ev-
erything is dreary, and dismal, and forlorn.
Did it never occur to you Of what antagonistic
emotions the life of woman is made up?'
SIT never did" replied Rupert II was too
busy last week trying to figure ont whether
Glenmore would win race"
For an instant there was silence. The low
ing of the cattle in the distant meadow and the
twittering of the swallows as they circled
round the caves of the house preparatory to
turning in for the night were the only sounds
SPS->S
again: -
rnd ice, poison and perfume, smiles and tears,
aoses and upas, passion and abnsgation-these
are what the gods cast in the caldron from
which came woman.
"But your sex is tickle, is it not?" said Ru-
pert. sYou know the old saying: Woman,
thy name is Flahsrty.'
Desdemona looked at him steadily q moment.
81 presume you refer, she said in cold, bet
ter-come-in-bef our-sars-are frozen tones,
"to the line which reads: 'Frailty, thy name is
woman"
II guess likely" was the reply, .'but really
connot see why women should buck-Jump
around SO much"
"Is is because you do not understand theil
nature. A woman loves some man with mad
unreasoning love. She is only a girl-a frail
passionate, moody girl, whose heart is a lutte
for every wind to play upon; who Is swayec
by love and honor like any read; who is torn t.
pieces with the fury Of her own strivings; who
follows love forever and forever through the
world, only to see it flicker and bscken, and al
lure, and fade away like the will-o'-the-wisp;
who sees hope grow paler with every lovely
day that dies on the horizons purple rim; VIII
in the sleepless midnights looks remuneration
in the face with dry eyes; who walks hand il
hand with q sorrow that might so easily woa
the stars of joy''-and with convulsive sol
breaking from her lips the girl turned to ente
| the house.
Rupert stopped her. "You are OF your feed
my darling,'' he said, in the low, musical tone
he knew so well how to use whom woman
| love was to be won or the unexpected adven
| o. three aces in a Jackpot announced. "Yol
will be better in the fall, sweethsart-ths gold
| en- tinted fall whom the leaves are turnini
brown and the Jockey Club gets out those beau
| tiful mezzo-tinted posters. announcing its trot
| ing races at the Ivy City Track"
aDo you really think SO, Rupert" the cir
| asks, putting her arms around his neck ant
| looking at him with wistful, how-do-you
think-you' d-feel- If -papa-was-tG hsave- in-sigh
| look.
'sWhy, of course do1 my angel" he replies
| bending over to kiss her once for the cigars.
"And would you do anything in your powe
| to make me happy2"-and again the yearning
| anxious, somebody-h -ths-dog expression
comes into the dusky eyes. from which thu
| tears are yelling.
my love-" be says, speaking slowly an,
| with an earnestness that shows how grave tn,
| subject is to him. "you know that for you
| dear sake won Id brave any danger, make an
| sacrifice that man can make. You know tina
| your happiness is mine, that to win smile
| from your sweet face hell could furnish no tor
| ture / would not endure; you know that in
| pinch would even"
| ssEnoughp' said Desdemona, a glad smil
| t1uttering on her Ohio-avenue lips. L VIII
| test your love-"
"Do so," was Ruperts reply. "Ist mo prov
my love, as tne CrusaocIs VI oiu uia, py SUN
| noble, manly action. / am ready for tho test
no matter how terrible it may boz" and hi
| pure young face lighted up with rapturous
| Judge Holman smile.
Desdemona kissed him tenderly. ~ knew
| you would not fail me, my Own true love-" sh'
murmured. "You may bring them to tn
| house this evening"
"Bring what?" asked Rupert. lido not IN
| derstand you"
"You will catch on before the summer
over" came the reply in clear, incisve tones
| IT mean two tickets TO tho matinee from San
Kinsley,' y and the beautiful girl slapped int
| the house.
With dull pain at his heart Rupert wend
| ed his way to Wizards bar. II am DER youn
| to marry, he said softly to himself, "and to
luxuriantly fly to begin buying matinee tick
| cts in June"