The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-06-20
HER TENDER PLEA,
Or the Maiden's Prayer for Pity,
Pardon and Praxiteles.


slowly by. The restless rain fell in tor
rents upon the aeluged earth, and leaked
through the roof Of our pest-house.
The wind moaned requiem more SOL
emn than that which church bells toll, as
it skipped around the corner of the stately
mansion of ApOllinaris Burchford.
Marjory listened to the sad meanings,
like maiden over whose soul had spread
a great sorrow and blighted for ave the
fondest hopes that ere love had fashioned
or affection fondled.
'He seems so cold, so like an iceberg, so
formal and proud, So" the fair girl started
like fawn suddenly frightened from its
grass EMPOWERED hiding place.
"Marjory"
The voice was familiar; the pitch was
ofthe why-in -word-don't- you-hurry-up-
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES key. 1t meant busi-
ness.
Marjory dipped her taper fingers in the
pellucid Flat creek water in the antique
bowl, applied il to her face to cool away
the hot blood which had added deeper
blush to that which nature, and an enter
prising cosmetic compounder, had given
her.
Yes, papa, 1 am coming" answered
Marjory, in a I-dO-wish-he' d let-me-a alone
voice, though the old man did not notice
il.
Well"
Father and daughter were together On
the richly carved centre table were oriental
art treasures; books of the most beautiful
encasings; flower stand from the ruins
of Thebes, and a decanter of rare old Rye,
at least OF years age.
BE seated. child"
Marjory Obeyed.
''Great are the responsibilities of par.
ent, daughter; most solemn the obliga-
tons. You know nothing of these things
as yet"
Marjory confessed that she did not
"When did YOU last see that young and
insipid piece of male anatomy who dares
To link himself To the house of BurchfCrd?"
last night, papa
There was tremor In her voice. hest
fancy In the confession which might
have been mistaken for maiden
modestv. but that Was not the trouble.
You must not see him more"
Papa
81 have spoken. Go
Margory went-to her stern father, knelt
in let-me .get-sO-that-l -can-see- Maud shat
attitude, and said
What shall do? Why am / thus
doomed to cast out of my heart all the
sweetness and light which have come to
me in the days since Praxi told me of his
undying love? On, papa, such pain is
mine"
Better take some Jamaica ginger"
Margory arose, placed her hand on her
4, ,ol,
home-Lord-T ravers manner, gave her
father a parting look and fled from the
room.
shes gone"
You bet, old fellow.
They met, did Marjory and Praxi.
They saluted with real let's-go-tO-the-
picnic salute, and into each others ears
poured their tale Of woe.
He is as cruel as a car" said the fair
girl.
What's that, dovey?"
ale is exquisitely too far beyond in
sternness"
I've will fly, darling to some secret
cave where no discord will
ever mar the delicious symphonies of our
song of love Will you fiy?'
mo, Praxi, pet; cannot"
You love me not, Mari"
"Ard You too, chide me- said the maid
en- How bitter is my cup; how blighied
is my life. Would that had never"
"Whatw-
The girl fled in dismay. She could not
bear the What"
Prax. is alone, now.
The old man sips his toddy and Mar
jOry goes with ST. Louis drummer.