Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1882-08-13
.MY HEART rs BROKEN
GwendoIen MahaHy's Terrible Grief
A Sad Incident.
Chicago Tribune.

"My heart is broken"
The world was white with snow that came
sitting down in a heecy torrent from the
gray cloud banks above, eddying hither and
yon in the gusts of wind that swept with fierce
fury over moorland and forest, and then fall
ing with soft coyness upon the bleak bosom
of the earth, already made cold and cheer
less by the December frosts. The trees, that
such a little time ago were burdened down
with a wealth of bud and blossom, now
waved their gaunt arms as if in silent pro-
test against the cruel cold, while their black
trunks stood haggard against unpIty ing
sky. But the wind swept remorse.essly
through the desolate silence, and the sharp,
fine mists of snow cut the chilling air.
Gazing out upon the scene, looking with
strained, wistful, what-are-the-ehances-for
matinee-tickets-t his-winter expression in her
eyes, Gwendolen Mahsffy stood in the bay
window of her fathers paiatial residence that
December afternoon, and as she peered into
the storm a look of pain passed over the fair
young face, and into the brown eyes came
tears that could not be depressed.
And yet, in spite OF all its sadness the pic
ture was pretty one. As the darkening
the rudy glow of a coal-6re whose
tongues of fame leaped bravely up The
chimney and roared as if in very glee at
their own power, brought into strong relief
the 1.-the, stately beauty OF the girlish figure
in the window and cast over the marble
statues of Psyche and Diana that stood on
either side of her a mellow warmth that
made them seem instinct with life. And
while the girl stood there sobbiDg as il her
heart would break, while now and then a
low moan that was pitiful in its sad intensity
came from her lips, there stepped into
the room through portiere, whose presence
was almost concealed by damask
tapestry of royal richness and almost
priceless worth, a stroug-limbed, sunny
haired man whose face possessed the almost
boyish beauty that one sees go often in Ohio.
Going quickly to where Gwendolen was
standing, his arm was around her, his lace
bending above hers in loving tenderness
almost before she knew whether she was
afoot or horseback.
sWhy are you weeping, my darling?" he
said, kissing away the tears in q confident,
Maud S. way that told, more plainly than
could any words, of his having been there
before.
The girl gave no answer in words, but
placing her head above his left lung little
shiver OF pain passed over the lissome form,
and then Gweudolen broke down in storm
of sobs.
Speak 10 me, sweetheart cried BERTHE
Cecil in an agony of fear. "Tell me what
terrible grief is expressing you"
Checking herself with mighty overhead
check the girl looked up to him with eyes
that spoke only of love. There were no
tears on the pretty face now, but In their
place had come look of haunting fear,
CHASTITY, bet-on the White-Stocking-yesterd
expression that sent a chill to the mans
heart. Twice she tried TO speak, and twice
The words that she would say refused to come.
But suddenly she kissed him with rsptu-
rous, cIinging, OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
of-the-front-y ard kiss, and as he turned away
TO catch his breath GEendolen Whispered in
low. solemn tones:
81 have broken my hustle"
srhsnk Heaven it Is no worse, said Ber-
tie. 81 was afraid you might have heard
the Thomas orchestra play fugue."