The Copiah signal. (Hazlehurst, Miss.) 1882-1883, 1882-06-23
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these words, spoken IN tones that
were tenderly thrilling, fellupon his
good right car, and advanced slow.
ly up the plank sidewalk that led
from the portcullis to the front
steps OF the tcrraced castle Of Ethle-
bert McMurty, Eighth Dake Of Blue
Island Avenue.
II thought you would speak to me,
Lady Constance," he said, to q tall
sharply maiden Of nineteen summers,
who stood on the veranda Of the cas-
Ito. II thought you could not send
me away for ever without one word
Of hope-one little, tiny, Democratic
vote in Iowa hope. I know full
well that in the dreary. dismal New
York Post editorial future which rise
up before me like n black-wingcd
spectre Of the night there can be
nausht in my life but dessola.e days
whose hours shall pass with leaden
feet, and back, bitter nights when I
shall toss around reck!essly in a
poker game, thinking only Of the
love that has gone from mo for ever.
We may never meet again, Constance
probably never shall, unless I be-
gin going to the matinces-but !
should like to feel that, although you
can never love me again, never let
me buy candy for you. there 10 still
in your heart kindly feeling. tiuge
OF pity, for ons to whom your sweet
face has for many. many years-way
back before the White Stockings won
the championsh;p-been beacon
light to guide him safely DER the
wind.swept seq Of North side life.
Am I hoping too lmucb?" and the
boau.iful brown eyes that bnd witch.
ed so many hearts from boh!nd tho
ribbon counter looked into those OF
Constance McMurtty with 'wistful,
pleading, don't-untic-,hc 'dcg.if-you.
lovc-me look that would have melted
tho heart Of Chicago beofsteak.
For an instant the girl did not re-
ply. A look Of pain, as if some sad
memory had been recalled by Regi.
maids words, or o corse! steel got
loose, passed over her face, and then
regaining her composuro by q nigh
ty eff,rt, she placed a tiny gloved
hand on tho young mans shoulder
aud spoke in low measured tones
that showed, far moro than any words
could, the terrible intensity Of the
agony that this separation was caus.
ing her.
"For two years, Reginald" she
said, "Ihave loved you with deep
passionate. all.absorbihg 1--we that
would mako your head swim il yoa
only knew aboutit. I have looked
toward with pride and joy in my
girlish innocence and enthusiasm to
tho day when you should lead me to
uuptial altar and crown the sweet
spring.time OF my Lire with the gold
on glory Of love that should last for.
ever. I had whispered to myself
that I should make you faithful,
loving, always-havo.br. .akiast-in.time
wife. There has come to me often a
vision ofhappy home, wherc should
pass my days in happiness and
, stocking mending. But tho vision
has gone, the beautiful blue sky will,
its fringe Of rose-tinted clouds ha,
passed away, and in its place ] soc
, an angry armament, across which
5 drift tho leadcn clouds Of despair
. And SO it is better that we part nov
, before supper, and lot the dead pas
be its own undertaken"
, Reginald saw that oil hope wal
, gone, that he was certain to oe left
on third base. "Good-by Constance,
> he murmered. ~ must go now, be
r cause I want to stop on my way oyol
town and buy my sister q scal.skil
sacq ue."
The girl turned quickly and lookot
at him earnestly. "Do You mean
!. what you so, 2" she asked in hoarse
I anxious tones.
n do" was the reply.
, And would you buy your wife
, seslskin sacquer
Certainly" said Reginald; two oil
them, II she liked
> A happy smile spread over the
girls :aos. Twining her arms arouut
Reginald's neck, she place hor tiny
head on his shoulder, and then tn
/. little rosebad mouth puckered NJ