The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1882-06-14

the portcullis to the front steps of the ter
raced castle of Ethelbert McMurtry, Eighth
Duke of Blue Island Avenue.
Il thought you would speak to me. Lady
Constance" he said, to a tall, shapely maiden
OF nineteen summers who stood on the We
randa of the castle. Il thought you could
not send me away forever without one W. "a
of hope-one little, tiny, Democra1Bc-vote-ln-
Iowa hope. I know full we'll that in the
dreary, dismal New York Post editorial
future which rises up before me ike a black
winged spectre of the night there Can be
naught in nay life but desolate days who's
hours shall pass with leaden feet, and black,
bitter nights when I shall toss around rest
lessly in a poker game, thinking only of the
love that has gnnne from me forever. We
may never meet again, Constance-probably
never shall, unless | begin going to the matt
nees-but I should like to feel that, although
you can never love me again, never let me
buy candy for you, there is still in your heart
a kindly feeling, a tinge of pity, for one to
whom your sweet face has for many, many
years-wayb back before:the White Stockings
won the ehampionship-been a. becon light
to guide him safely Ger the wind-swept sea
of North Side life. Am / hoping for too
much p and the beautiful brown eyes thar
had witched so many hearts from behind the
stance McMurtry with a wistful, pleading,
don't-untie-the-dog if-you-love- me look that
would have melted a heart of Chicago beef
steak.
look of pain, as if some SAD memory had
been recalled by Reginald's words, or a cor
set steel got loose, passed over her face, and
then regaining her composure by a mighty
effort, she placed a tiny gloved hand on the
young mans shoulder and spoke in low,
measured tones that showed, far more than
could any words, the terrible intensity of the
agony that this separation was causing her.
"For two years, Reginald" she said, Il
have loved you with q deep, passionate, all
absorbing love that would make your head
swim if you only knew about it. | have
looked forward with pride and JOY in my
girlish innocence and enthusiasm to the day
when you should lead me to the nuptial altar
and crown the sweet s%pringtime OF my life
with the golden glory of a love that should
last forever. had whispered to myself that
| should make you a faithful, loving, always
haye-breakfast- in-time wife. There has come
| to me often a vision of a happy home, where
I should pass my days in happiness and
stocking mending. But the, vision has gone
the beautiful blue sky with its fringe of rose
tinted clouds has passed away and in its place
I see an angry armament, across which drift
the leaden clouds of despair. And so it is
better that we should part now, before sup
Der, and let the dead past be its own under
taker."
Reginald saw that all hope was gone, that
he was certain to be left on third base.
ssGood-by, Constance" he murmured, u
must 90 now, because | want to stop on my
way over town and buy my sister a sealskin
sacqle."
The girl turned quickly. and looked at him
earnestly. ssDo you mean what you say e
she asked in hoarse. anxious tones.
81 do" was the reply.
"And would you buy your wife q sealskin
sacque?"
Certainly" said Reginald, 1.-TWO of them,
If she liked"
A happy smile spread over the girls face.
Twining her arms around Reginald's neck,
she placed her tiny head on his shoulder,
and then the little rosebud mouth puckered
40 with a sweet, beatiic quicker, as she said
ia tender tones:
"You may call again this evening. Heaven
intended US for each other"