Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-05-21
He Blatfe1 and Won.
From the Chicago Tribune. |

81 prithee do not CO."
Reginald Mulcahey turned as these
words, spoken in tones that were tender
ly thrilling, fell upon his good right ear,
and advanced slowly up the plank side
walk that led from the portculljs to the
front steps of the terraced castle of Eth
ebert McMurtry, eighth duke of Blue Is
land avenue.
81 thought you would speak to me,
Lady Constance" he said, to tall, shape
" maiden of nineteen summers, who
stood on the veranda of the castle. II
thought you could not send me away for
ever without one word of hope-one little,
tiny, Democratic-vote-in- Iowa hope. l
know full well that in the
dreary, dismal New York Post
editorial future which rises up before me
like black-wipged spectre of the night
there can be naught in my life but desc
late days whose hours shall pass with
laden feet, and black, bitter nights when
1 shall toss around restlessly in 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
matinees--but should like to feel that,
although you can never love me again,
never let me buy candy for you, there is
still in your heart kindly feeling, a
tinge of pity, for one to whom your
sweet face has for many, many. years
way back before the White Stockings
won the mpionship-been beacon
light to guide him safely DER the wind
swept sea of North Side life. Am 1
hoping for too much?' and the beautiful
brown eyes that had witched SO many
hearts from behind the ribbon counter
looked into those of Constance McMurtry
with wistful pleading, don't-untie the
dog-if-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, regaining her composure
by mighty effort, she placed tiny ,gloved
hand on the young mans shoulder and
spoke in low, measured tones that showed,
far more than could any words, the terri
BILE intensity of the agony that this separ-
alton was causing her.
eFor two years, Reginald" she said,
81 have loved you with a deep, passion
ate, all-absorbing love that would make
your head swim if you only knew about
it. I'haye looked forward with pride and
Joy in my girlish innocence and enthusi-
asm to the day when you should lead me
to the nuptual altar and crown the sweet
spring time of my life with the golden
glory of love that should last forever.
had whispered to myself that / should
make you faithful, loving, always-have-
Notwithstanding wife. There has come
to me often vision of a happy home,
where should pass my days in happi-
vision has gone, the beautiful blue sky
with its fringe of rose tinted clouds has
passed away, and in its place see an
angry armament, across which drift the
leaden clowds 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-bye, Constance" he muir
INJURED. 81 must go now, because want
to stop on my way over town and buy
nv sister sealskin sacque.''
The girl turned quickly, and looked at
him earnestly.
edo you mean what you say" she
asked in hoarse, anxious tones.
81 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 rose
bud mouth puckered up with a sweet,
beatifc quicker, as she said in tender
tones:
"You may call again this evening.
Heaven intended US for each other"