Mexico weekly ledger., 1882-05-25
REGINsdDss ROMANCE.
A Pair Of Angels That Were Intended
for Each Other.


A Pair Of Angels That We're Intended
for Each Other.
Arx-. From the Chicago Tribune.
A'I prithee do not CO." -
Reginald Mulcahey turned as these
words, spoken in tones that were ten
der and thrilling, fell upon his good
right ear, and advanced slowly up
the plank sidewalk that led from the
porticulis to the front steps of the
terrace castle of Ethelbert MeMurty,
Eighth Duke Of Blue Island Avenue.
II thought you would speak to
me, Lady Constance" he said to a
tall, shapely maiden of nineteen sum-
mers, who stood on the veranda Of
OF the castle. II Thought you could
not send me away for ever without
one word of hope-one little, tiny,
Observation-Disclosures hope. 1
know full well thatin the dreary, dis
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which rises up before me like black
winged spectre of the night there can
be naught in my life but sdesolate
days whose hours shall pass with
leaden feet, and black, bitter nights
when / shall toss around restlessly in
a poker game, thinking only of the
love that has gone from me forever.
We may never meet again, Constance
probably never shall, to feel that,
although you can never love me again,
never let me buy candy for you,
there is still in your heart. kindly
feeling, a tinge of pity, for one to
whom your sweet face has many,
many years-way back before the
White Stockings won the champion
ship-been beacon light to guide
him safely Ger the wind-swept sea of
North Side life. Am I hoping for
too much?''- and the beautiful brown
eyes that had witched so many hearts
from behind the ribbon counter looked
into those of Constance McMurty
with a wistful, pleading, don't-untie-
the-dog-if-you-lov look that would
have melted the heart of Chicago
beef steak.
For an instant the girl did not re-
ply. A look of pain, as if some sad
memory had been recalled by Regin-
AIDS words, or a corset steel got
loose, passed over her face, and then,
regaining her composure by mighty
effort, she placed 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 caus-
ing her.
"For two years, Reginald" she
said, II have loved you with 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 te
the day when you should lead me to
the nuptial altar and crown the sweet
springtime of my life with the COLDER
glory of a love that should last for
ever. 1 had whispered to myself
that I should make you a faithful
loving, always-have-breakfast-in- time
wife. There has come to me often :
vision of happy home, where
should pass my days in happiness ant
stocking mending. But the visiol
has gone, the beautiful blue sky witt
its fringe of rose-tined clouds ha
passed away: and in its place I see al
angry armament, across which drif
the leaden clouds of despair. Ant
so it is better that we should par
now, before supper, and let the deat
past be its own undertaken.
Reginald saw that all hope wa
gone, that he was certain to be left OF
third base. ''Good-by, Constance,
he murmured, II must 60 now, be
:. cause I want to stop on my way owe
town and buy my sister sealski
sacque."
The girl turned quickly, and locke
at him earnestly. ''Do you mea
what you say?" she asked in hoarse
anxious tones.
II do,::' was the reply.
"And would you buy your wife
sealskin sacque?''
; "Certainly,'' said Reginald; ''tw
of them, If she liked"
A happy smile spread over th
girls face. Twining her arms aroun
Reginald's neck, she placed her tin
head on his shoulder, and then tn
little rosebud mouth puckered u
with a sweet, beatific pueker, as sh
said in tender tones: %
"You may call again this evening
Heaven intended US for each other
Why Didn't They Take Him Alive?
From the Columbia Statesman.
;, Take him alive! Why didn't yo
d take him alive? If you are a speci
r devotee of this potter form of dispo
+ ing Of such outlaws as Jesse Jane
: why did not you grid on your revo
!, vers, enter upon the hunt for hin
send him notice you were coming
apd~ fhrou a little fresh salt on his Is