The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1882-07-23
SHE GAsPED TO GURGLE


Twenty years Rgo, sweetheart"
As Daphne Mccarthy spoke these
words she looked into the face OF the
man che owed so well. and the dion.
pied arm, whose pesrly wbiteness
and acknowledgements curves shone
90 bewitchingly through the soft,
fieecy dress that the girl wore, clung
more uustiDgly that ever to that OF
g orge w. Simpson The dAv was
indeed, a reau'iia or ca symT hoDy
of son, snn light snd scent. Up
from the n,sple tree came the sweet
vol ~ III BIRDS twltterlpR to each
other from newly built nests amid
bOughs that sWSytd to ard fro in the
wind and EMO K their latest buds
into Leaf and lloesom. From far
below came the murmur of waves
breaking softly on a thingly beach,
and. Wirglipg with the murmur, the
ebonts aid laughter OF the fisher lads
a. they spOrted ID the waters. The
cim fragrance, and dappled lights,
and peasant sounds made a three
to d Joy TO Daphne as she stood be-
meath the trets that June morning
with her lovrr by her side. She
stood On part OF tie slope whence
the trees bad drawn back q little
and the light tell about her just
beyond the v6rge OF the shadow.
Round her feet we're dead leaves
and living flowers, and soft, green
moses fall OF The sweet lsin that
bad iaheD the prtv.Cus night. With
one hard she shaded her Eyes, the
other was upliited TO bend back
brench which bad barred the open
space. Her hair wss blown in a
brown cloud about the gIrhsn face
and the hazel eyes shone with
wistfnl look beneath the shaded
hand.
Standing in the center of the little
dell into which the girl was looking
was stately marble shaft around
whose base the violets and psnsies
we're clustering, and showing By their
presence that loving hands hs1
placed them there. For an instant
Daphne did not speak, but the tears
that trickled down her chez KS told
ell too plainly of the grief that was
TackiDg her young breast Finally
she turned to George. and, smiling
through Der tears. placed her head
cou6dingly on his shoulder and
seemed perfectly content.
lis 1t not strange, darling" she
said, that can never look on the
grave OF nay mother-that mother
whom l never saw, and who yielded
up her young life when l was bonn
without sense of bitter grief and
desolation2 Twenty years ago to-day,
sweetheart, she died. 1t is q long
time dear, is it noti"-and again the
girl smiled.
eyes, my pet" replied George.
Goldsmith Maid was a colt then"
and, bending down bis shapely head
with its coronsl Of shoe-brush hair.
ne kissed the little rosebud mouth.
Then, pressing the little form closely
to him, be spoke with grave tender
ness That showed how much bis
words meant OF subject that was
very near bis yIuog heart:
but though your mother be dead.
Daphne" he 1ad .''you Save still
nv love to comfort and uphold you.
And can you not speak now, dar-
ling, here beside that mothers grave.
the words that will make me happv
for life? Will you not promise me
that when the autumn comes you
will crown my life with the bs.o Of
your love and become my wife?'
Foi moment the girl was silent,
looking down and twiDing nervously
around her fingers the tendril of a
rose tnst she bad plucked from a
bank of the scarlet beauties that
5loss9med near the grave.
will you marry me, Daphne?"
asked George agsia.
Still no answer.
Il cannot bear this silence, sweet
heart, indeed I cannot" exclaimed
the youDgamsn, his palIid face be-
tokening the tense agony from
which be suffered. ''You nust end
this terrible suspense in come way.
Tell ne truly, Daphne, do you love
mt?"
Pacirg her arms about his mack
and looking into his face with eyes
rom Ubich the glad light of love was
streaming. Daphne Raid to him
10 ZONES that thrilled bis very
blood:
y Shonld gasp to gurgle."