Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1882-05-05
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Yes" replied Lillian MeGuire,
placing her shspely white hand in
his, and looking into his face with a
tender earnestness that showed the
true Womanliness of her nature. 1T
is better, far better, for both of us
that we should part forever" but as
she spoke the hot tears Of pain welled
up into her beautiful brown eyes
those eyes that had witched with their
bright glances and dreamy tenderness
so many men-and with a little sob Of
pain Lillian's head was bowed upon
George w. Simpsons shoulder in an
ecstacy of grief.
"Couldn't you put ten year limit
on your bill, darling?" asked the
young man, bending gently over the
little head that was pillowed so trust
ingly just under his left car. II GER
tainly ought to have as good a chance
as Chinaman.
a low moan of pain and convul-
sive shake of the little head was the
only response.
But George was not to be denied SO
easily. Can | not have one hopper
he said, zone little, nickel plated, TO-
cent hope?"
Lillian lifted her head and looked
at him steadily. Perhaps, she said,
in cold, Bafin's Bay tones, you would
drop if house fell on you, but | begin
to doubt it. Know then, since you
will have it, that under no circum-
stances can ever accept your prof
fered love, for | am a packers daugh.
ter, and packers daughters come
high"-this with a naughty express
sion that loWercase type cannot con-
vey.
George w. Simpson saw at once that
this proud beauty had been making Z
plaything of his love. The revelation
was a terrible one, but he bore il
bravely.
Very WE'LL" he said, in husky
haven't had-a-drink- in : two hours
tones. "You have stamped with tht
iron heel of scorn upon the tender
violet Of my budding love, but som,
day when your children-little win
some brats with sunny smiles anC
an assortment Of collie that viii
keep you up three night
every week-are climbing upon you
knee until you are in danger 0
becoming knee-sprung, you will per
haps remember, with tinge OF sad
ness in the recollection, how you toye,
with the love Of loyal, trusting, Cool
county heart, and threw forever over
young and happy life the black pail Q
a disappointed hope and crushed am
bition. | have seen the roses Of m
love wither and waist away until the
lie shrivelled and blighted by til
dusty roadside of life, and you can be
that | feel pretty tough about il.
have seen my beautiful and stated
ship Of hope, with its tall, SHAPED
masts 'aud towering wings OF SNOW
canvas, that sailed away so buoyantl
and bravely over the shimmering Sc
not many months ago, come back
me a shapeless wreck-the taperin
spars that we're so white aud clea
now Jagged and broken, and to thel
clinging the dark seaweeds, while tn
sails that rivaled the clouds in feec
purity there remain only blackeEe
shreds that flap dismally in the moar
ing wind, whose voice seemed to scum
the requiem and dirg of my dead an
buried love. have got the boz
wreck. and dom you forget it."
Lillian looked at him steadily for
moment do you mean these word
you have spoken, George she asked
you can bet your life | do" b
answered in low, passionate tones.
And do you really love me Z
, dearly ?"
u well, l should gasp" was th
, reply, a pearly tear glistening i
Georges of eye.
Then" said Lillian, twining be
arms about his neck, II will roost o
r your knee next Tuesday evening I
E usual. Papa would never forgive n
y it | let man who can talk like thu
Z 60 out Of the family"