The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1882-06-08
HE BLUFFED AND WON.
From the Chicago Iribune
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81 prithee do not gO.'
Reginald Mulcahey turned as these
words, spoken in tones that were tend
erly thrilling, fell upon his good right
ear, and advanced slowly up the plank
sidewalk that led from the pOrtcullis to
the front steps of the terraced castle of
Ethelbert McMurtry, Eighth Duke OF
Blue Island Avenue.
" l thought you would speak to me,
Lady Constance" he said, to a tall,
shapely maiden of nineteen summers,
who stood on the Veranda of the castle.
thought you could not send me away
forever without one word of hope.
one slittle, DemOcTatic-VOte-in. Iowa
hope. | know full we'll that in the
dreary, dismal New York Post editorial
future which rises up before me like q
black-winged spectre of the night there
can be naught in my life but desOlate
days whose hours shall pass with leaden
feet, and black, bitter nights when L
shall toss around restlessly in a poker
game, thinking only of the love that has
gone from me forever. We may never
meet again Constance probably never
shall unless L begin going to the matt
nees-but | should like to feel that, al
though you can never love me again,
never let me buy candy for you, there is
still in your heart a kindly feeling, a
tinge of pity, for one to whom your
o"OOu -lftOO huo AOl many JbdIS--
way back before the White Stockings
won the champiOnship-been a beacon
light to guide him safely DER the wind
swept sea of North Side life. Am hop
ing for too much?" and the beautiful
brown eyes that had witehed so many
hearts from behind the ribbon counter
looked into those of Constance McMur-
try with a wistful, pleading, dOn't-un-
tle-the-dog-lf yOu-lOVe-me look that
would have melted heart of Chicago
beefSteak.
For an instant the girl did not reply.
A look of pain, as if some sad memory
had been recalled by Reginald's words,
or a corset steel got loose, passed over
her face, and then, Tegaining her COM
pOsure ny a mighty effort, she placed a
tiny glOved hand on the young mans
shoulder and spoke in low, measured
tones that showed, far more than could
any words, the terrible intensity of the
agony that this separation was causing
her.l
For two years, Reginald" she said,
" | have loved you with Deep passion
ate, all-absOrbing love that would make
your head swim if you only knew about
it. Ihave looked forward with pride
and joy in my girlish innocence and en-
thusiasm to the day when you should
lead me to the nuptial altar and crown
the sweet spTing-time of my life with
the golden glory of a love that should
last forever. had whispered to myself
that l should make you a faithful, low
ing, ,always-have- bTeakfast-in-t time wife.
There has come to me often a vision of
happy home, where / should pass my
days in happiness and stocking mend
ing. But the vision has gone, the beau
tiful blue sky with its fringe of rose
tinted clouds had passed away, and in
its place see an angry irmament,acrOss
which drift the leaden clouds of despair.
And so it is better that we should part
now, before supper, and let the dead
past be its own undertaken"
Reginald saw that all hope was gone,
that he was certain to be left on third
base. =" GOOd-by Constance" he muir
INJURED. " [ must go now, because [
| want to stop on my way over town and
! buy my sister a sealskin sacque."
| The girl turned quickly and looked at
| him earnestly. DO you mean what
you say?" she asked in hOarse, anxious
| tones.
"I do" was the reply.
And would you buy your wife seal
skin sacque?"
Certainly" said Reginald; two of
them, if she liked"
A happy smile spread over the girls
| face. Twining her arms around Regi-
maids neck, she placed her tiny head on
| his shoulder, and then the little rosebud
mouth puckered up with sweet, beati-
| fic pucker, as she said in tender tones:
"YOu may call again this evening.
Heaven intended us for each other"