Arizona weekly citizen., 1882-05-28
NO. 19.
\ Hndern Romance.
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"Nust l really go. sEeetheaTtf
 Yes replied Lillian McGWre, Plac-
 lng her shapeiy white hand in hls, and looking into his face with a tender | eaTnestness that showed the true woman hneSs of her nature, .lt Is better, far better for both of us that We should part forever, but as she spoke. the hot tears l of pain welled mp into bes beautiful | brown eyts-those eyes that had yvitched
 with their bright giances and dreamy ! tenderness SO many meu-and with n little sob of pain, LIllan's head was bowed upon George W. Simpson's shoulder m an ectaSy 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 trustingly just under his left ear. Il certainly ought to have as good chance as Chinaman.'
 low moan of pain and eonyUlsiye shake of the little head was the only re- SD nse.
 But George was not to be denied SO easily Gan I not have one hopes' he said-"one little nickeiplated ten-ceHt hOpe?"
 Lillian lifted her head and looked a, him steadily. ~Perhaps," she said, in cold, Baffn's bay tones, ''yOd would drop if house fell ou you, but I began to doubt it. Know, thea. since yOu VIII have 1t, that undernO circumstances can I ever accept your proffered love, for I am a packers daughter, and packers daughters come high'-thIs with a naughty expression that lOwcase type cOnnOt convey.
 George W. Simpson saw at once that this proud beauty had been making a plaything of his love. The revelation was terrible one, but he bore 1t brave ly.
 'Very we'll" be said, in a husky, haven t-h -drink-in-twO-hOurs tones. 'YOu have stamped with the iron heel of scorn upon the tender violet of my budding love, but some day, when yoUr children-httle winsome brats with suD- ny smiles and an assortment of cOhc that will keep you up three nights every week-are climbing up' your knee ur- til you are in danger of becoming knee sprung, you will, perhaps remember. wi.h a tinge of sadness in the recOllec- ton, how you 'Oyed with the love of a loyal, trusting, Cock county heart, and threw forever over young and happy life the black pall of disappointed hope ami crushed ambition. 1 have seen the roses of my love wither and waste away
 nIl they lie shriyeled and lighted by the dusty roadside of life, anDtOu can bet that | feel pretty t0ugh about It. | have seen my beautiful and stately ship of Hope, with it's tall, shaQely masts ana towering wings of srOwy canvas, that sailed away SO buOyantly and bIavely over the s, immeTing sea not many months ago, come back to me a shapeless wreck the taperiuG spGrs that were SD white and clean now jagged and broken, and to them clugug the dark seaweeGs, while of the sails that rivaled the clouds m tieecy purity there remain only blackened shIeds that flap dismally in the moaning wind, whose voice seems to sound the requiem and dirge of my dead and buried love. | have got the boss wreck, and don't you forget it. Lillian looked at him steadily for mo- ment. "Do you mean these words you have spoken, George 2' she asked.
 "Nou can bet your life | dO,' he ans p wered in !Ov passionate tones.
 And do you really love me SD dear y 2"
 Well. l should gasp" was the reply.a oearly tear glisteuing in Georges off eye.
 Then, said Lillian, twinirG her arms ibout bis neck, II will rOOst on yOur lnee next Thursday evening as usual Papa would nevernfgrgiye me if l lftts agzlv stA'- a NA 'Ne