The Elk Mountain pilot., 1882-06-22
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placing her shapely white hand in his,
and looking into his face with ten
der earnestness that showed the true
womanliness of her nature; "it is
better, far better for US both that we
should part forever" and as she spoke
the hot tears OF pain welled up into
her beautiful brown eyes, and with a
ht.le- sob of pain, Lillian's lead was
bowed upon George W. Simpson $
shoulder IN an ecstasy Of grief.
Couldn't you put a ten-year limit
on your bill, darling?" asked the
young man, bending gently over the
little head that was pillowed so trust.
lngly just under his left ear 81 GER
tainly ought to have as good a chance
as Chlnaman."
a convulsive shake of the little head
was the only response.
But George was not to be denied
so easily. Cant l have one hope7"
he said, " one little nickel-pla.ed ten
cent hope ?"
Lillian lifted her head, and looked
at him steadily. Perhaps" she
said, III cold, Siberian tones, "you
would drop if a ho,!se fell on you, but
| begin to doubt it. Now then,
since you will have it, that under no
circumstances can l ever accept your
preferred love-for l din a packers
daughter, and packers daughter;come
high'-this with naughty expires
sion that small type cannot convey.
George W. Simpson saw at once
that this proud beauty had been max
ing plaything OF his love. The reve-
lation was a terrible one, but he bore
1t bra3ely.
"vety well," he said, in husky;
haven t-had IL drink -in-two- hours tone
"You have stamped with the iron
heel Of scofn upon the tender violet
Of my budding love, but some day,
when your children are climbing upon
your knee, you will perhaps remem-
Der, with a tinge of sadness in the
recollection, how you toyed with the
love Of a loyal, trusting, Cook Coun-
ty heart, and threw forever over a
young and happy life the black pail
of disappointed hope and crushed
ambition. l have seen the roses Of
my love wither and vast away until
they lie shriveled and hlighted by the
dusty roadside of Life, and you can
bet | feel pretty tough about it. l
have seen my beautiful and stately
Ship of Hope, with its tall, shapely
masts, and towering wings OF snowy
canvas, that sailed away SO buoyantly
and bravely over the shimmering sea,
not many months ago, come back to
me a shareless wreck-the tappering
spars that were so white and clean
now jagged and broken, and to them
clinglng the dark seaweeds, while Of
the sails that rivaled the clouds in
f1eecy purity there remain only black
ened shreds that flap disn,ally 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 a
moment. "Do you mean those
words you have spoken, George ?" she
asked
Ycu can lie. Your lie do,," he
answered in low, passionate tones.
And so you really love me so
Gearly?"
"Well, should gasp" was the re-
ply, pearly tear glis.ening in his off
eye.
"Then," said Lillian, twin,ng her
arms about his neck, Il am yours.
Papa would never forgive me if let
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