Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1882-06-20
SWEET FAVORS DIVIDED.
Why Fair Lillian Eats Ice.Cream with
George and Oysters with Rupert.

rs it not beautiful, sweetheart?'
As Lillian Mcclure spoke these words she
looked into Rupert Hetherington's face with
her starry eyes, and, as the light of holy love
shot forth from within their dusky depths,
he felt instinctively that she was going to
hold him up for some ice-cream. But, con-
quering the somber reflections that this
CHASTITY thought called up, the young man
placed his arm around Lillian's waist to pre-
vent her red sash from being sunstruck, and
waited in the tense agony of horrible sus-
picion for her to speak again.
ado you think it is lovely, darling?"
"What" asked Rupert, with an ingenious,
Owl Club expression on the perfect features
of his West Side face.
"Why, the morning, to be sure" replied the
girl, a sunny, six-button- smile playing light
ly around her lips as if afraid it might fall
in. "The twittering OF the birds, those silver
throaied karbingers of summer is TO be heard
on every branch and bough. Spring has been
a sad laggard, but now that she has come in
all her glory of bud and blossom, what can
be more besutiful%
81 cannot tell you" replied Rupert. "You
are far too fly for me, dearest, when such
matters are TO be discussed. But in the
dreamy, sensuous days of autumn, when the
tasseled corn hangs ripe in the sheaves and
the leaves have felt the blighting touch OF
the frost kings lay breath, am more liable
a
tive, Sedgewick street nature, that shrinks
from contact with cold and cruel world.
To me the spring has naught of Joy. The
low mellow note of the new mich COW chas-
ing a butchers wagon in which her offspring
uneasily reclines seems to me like the wall of
a lost soul, and weird faucies crowd my
brain as / hear at midnight the mournful
boot of the owl, fitting like some evil spirit
amid the desolate precincts Of the village
churchy ard"
at is your liver, darling" murmured Lii
liam.
Il sometimes think So" was the reply.
Ever and anon the thought comes over me
like black demon OF the night that / am
off my feed. 1t is to tell you this that L
have come around 80 early this morning
You had better get another fellow-one who
will love you dearly as / have done and
whose memory you can ever cherish with
gentle tenderness.
'But whom shall l get?" asked the girl in
agonized tones.
Il have thought OF this, sweetheart" Ru-
pert replied. "Youcan do no better than
take George W. Simpson. He loves you
dearly. know it, because he has often told
me that he doesn't, and George cannot tell
the truth"
81 will do as you say" said the girl, chok-
ing back sob that was yelling up from her
breakfast. "And now good bye"
$50 long," said Rupert, kissing her as he
spoke. The girl threw her arms around his
neck, kissed him with passionate, pump
suction kiss and went into the house. Rupert
walked around the corner, where he met
George Simpson.
Did you fix it?" asked George.
eyes," was the reply.
(Which do / get, winter or summer"
Summer"
"You are in luck, as usual, old boy. They
tell me she can beat the record eating ice
cream"
Yes" said Rupert, 'but think of the
oystersw
True" replied George, 81 had forgotten
he oysters"