The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1882-07-06
" He IL Safe"
ANOTHER BODYBUILDING R0MANCE-HOw
BLUE PANIED OUT.

ANOTHER BlOOD-ClkDLINu kOMANtE-hOW
ABLUFF PANIED OUT.
"Can you not answer me, Gwendolen -
Up from the meadows the soft breeZes OF
4 perfect June evening were waiting the
faint perfume OF the cowslip and Il dead
horse, and as George w. Simpson and
Gwendolen Mahaf'y stood near the gate
whose decrept appearance told with more
eloQucnce than could mere words OF the
deathess passion that enslaved their souls.
both felt that a crisis in their lives had ar
rived-a moment had come which would
in the misty future that stretched away
before them, like one OF William
NJ. Evarts's letters, be either a bright bea-
con of hope and Joy to look back upon
with gladnesS, or desOlate landmark like
the lightning-riven trees that one never be-
holds without feeling Of sadness. Secure
in the consciousness OF his own merit
that sterling merit which always lies in q
strong arm, clear brain, and large feet
and vet with 4 modest diffidcncc concern
ing his own worth, the young man stood
there in the cleaning with hali-reluctant
Observation-Disclosures expression that lent
an added beauty to his pure young face,
and made more pleadingly tender the earnest
g-up-the-frOnt-step look
with which he regarded the beautiful girl
who stood by his side. lie had asked her
to be his wife-to leave parents, sisters,
brothers, and all the endeariDg influences
of happy, Christian home where two
girls are kept, and go out with him into
the wide would rs helpmeet and compan-
ion. He had told in feryid sentences Of
the great love he bore her-a love that
would ever be the guiding star of his life,
he said, cheering him when the black
clouds OF adversely and despair hung
heavily in the horizon Of his hopes,
and without which his whole ex-
istence would be one arid. trackless
waste on which lay the whited skeletons Of
Ambition and Ilope-ghastly remnants OF
a life whose final wreck was all the more
sad because of the happiness which it
might have held had Love not flown away
with mocking laugh when pleaded with so
passionately.
when it came to ornamental lying, with
two rows OF fluting up the back, George
took first money!
Gwendolen had stood III graceful polse as
he spoke, one ear thrown slightly forward.
and her right foot covering the door mat.
and, now that he had finished, was looking
down i'm maiden shyness, while the ROSY
bushes that chased each other under
her dazzling complexion would have
told. if anybody could have seen
them, Of the emotions that were
agitating her young soul. But 10 words
came from her lips-those rosy-ripe por-
falls that opened with such languid grace
when there was pie in the housc-and
George began to fear that perhaps he had
talked her to sleep. Presently, however.
she drew quite close to him, put her hand
in his, and, resting her cheek from his
shoulder, she said: " Yes, George, ! will
marry YOU"
"But when:" asked the young man, q
horrible fear that his bluff was to be called
chilling his very blood.
81 will marry YOU" repeated GwcndO-
len, "when bicycle-rider is elected Presi-
dent"
Turning away to hide his emotion.
George muttered in low, piratcal tones,
"Thank Heaven, am safe."-C Chicago Tri-
bune.