The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1882-06-16
Desdemona McCafrery.
Chicago Tribune Nopelist.

Desdemona McCaHery was Wltching
strawberry blonde, with dreamy brown eyes
and large, voluptuous foot that attracted
attention wherever she went. Careless and
trifing in most things, and little recking
whether she had pie or radishes for break
fast, 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 gladdening every nook, and
the balmy breath of early summer making
sweet perfume of the zephyrs that came soft.
ly from the azure-blue skies and kissed the
warm bosom of the verdure- clad earth.
| ~ am never unhappy when you are with
me, darling" she said, nesting her head or
Rupert's shoulder, "but when you are away
everything is dreary and dismal and forlorn
Did it ever occur to you Of what antagonis
tic emotions the life of woman is made up p
'It never did" replied Rupert. "I have
been too busy this spring trying TO figure out
whether Iroquois would win race"
For an instant there was silence. The
loving of the cattle in the distant meadow
and the twittering of the swallows as they
circled round the caves of the house prepar
atory to turning in for the night were the
only sounds to be heard. Presently Desde.
mona spoke again:
"But it Is so, Rupert" she said. "Flane
and ice, poison and perfume, smiles and
tears, roses and upas, passion and abnegation
these are what the gods sast into the caul.
dron from which came woman"
"But your sex is tickle, is it not? asked
Rupert. "You know the old saying
Woman, thy name Is Flaherty.'"
Desdemona looked at him steadily for a
moment.
81 presume you REFER" she said In cold
Observation-Disclosures your-ears are frozen
tones, "to the line which reads; 'Frailty, thy
name is woman"
~ guess likely" was the reply, "but /
really cannot see why woman should buck
jump around so much"
at Is because you do not understand their
nature. A woman loves some man with a
mad, unreasoning love. She is only girl
a frail, passionate, moody girl, whose heart
is lutte for every wind to play upon; who Is
swayed by love and honor like any reed;
who is torn to pieces with the fnry Of her
own strivings; who follows love forever and
forever through the world, only to see it
flicker and beckon, and allure, 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; who in the
sleepless midnights looks renunciation in
the face with dry eyes; who walks hand-in-
hand with a sorrow that might so easily wear
the stars of joy"-and with a convulsive sob
breaking from her lips the girl turned to en-
ter the house.
Rupert stopped her.
"You are off your feed, my darling" he
said, In the low, musical tones he knew so
well how to use when woman's love was
to be won or the unexpected advent of three
aces in Jackpot announced. "You will be
better In the fall, sweetheart-the golden
| tinted fall-when the leaves are turning
brown and the Racine County Agricultural
Association gets out those beautiful, mezzo
tinted posters announcing its annual soiret
of live stock"
"De you really think so, Rupert? ?" tht
girl asks, putting her arms around his neck,
and looking at him with wistful, how-do
you-think-you'd-feel -heave-
insight look.
"Why Of course do, my angel" he re-
plies, bending over to kiss her once for tn
cigars.
Sand would you do anything in you
power to make me happy "-and again tn
yearning, anxious, somebody-hold-the-do
expression comes into the dusky eyes fror
which the tears are yelling.
"My love-" he says, speaking slowly an
with an earnestness that shows how grav
the subject is to him, "you know that 70
your dear sake I would brave any dsnge
make any sacrifice that man can-make. Yo
know that your happiness is mine, that
win smile from your sweet face hell coul
furnish no torture would not endure; 20
know that in pinch would even"
"Enough ]" said Desdemona, glad smil
futtering on her Cslumet-svenue lips,
will test your love-"
ado so," was Rupert's reply. "Let m
prove my love, ss the Crusaders of old di'
by some noble, manly action. am read
for the test, no matter how terrible it ma
be-" and his pure, young face lighted mp wit
rapturous, Schuyler-Colfa smile.
Desdemons kissed him tenderly.
Il knew you would not fail me, my ow
true love-" she murmured. "You ma
, bring them to the house this evening""
"Bring what ?" asked Rupert. 81 do nj
. understand YOU"
"You will catch on before the summer
over" came the reply, in clear, incisiv
tones. 81 mean two tickets to the matinee
I and the beautiful girl stepped into Il
, house.
Il With dull pain at his heart Rupert wei
away.
I'm DER young to marry" he said softl
to himself, "and too luxuriantly fly to begi
buying matinee tickets In june"
The New Game Of MoiI- -Buxzing.