The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-05-09
HE FAIN WOULD LINGER.
A Sad Story of the Blighted Hopes
of a Sedalia Young Man.

And - there II no hope, Male m inc ?''
! The speaker, Arthur Middleton, was
deeply, full- yard-wide, in earnest. Hi,
manner was tender and gentle, bat there
WAS pathos in his voice which showed
the depth oi his devotion To- the fair girl
who stood, with bended head. before \,
b the moaning cadence> uf his voice died
away, Malie Parkinson gave an upward
glance. half shvlv, hall wonderinglv, and
! then the head bent once more and the lawn
eyes again sought the flowers and tracin.>
TN the rich Brussels carpet which >,reao,
itself over the broad expan>r ri her latin
-r's gorgeou>iy appointed drawin.-rnom
Against the wall rested d magnificent
mirror which reflected tn. ravisning form
oi tie maiden Arthur Middleton inn.cd
to clasp IN his arms an! claim ~ his own
In this he was doomed To dI>appoint-
ment. Bitter. hlientins. heart-cru>hin-
disappointment.
linen there was ~'!PrCe nO SoUrd being
hear! save tin tickin. oi ;iie Egyptian
clock on the marble mantle.
In Il mellow light the gas shone down
upon this palpitatirg pair. as they quietly
waited inr the spell 10 Dr broken. cut i'm
the evergre,ns nestled IN loving nearnes>
mated uir,i>. In the llenne.v slept side. nv
side OH TN" same perch the chaniicleer and
his pit oi the Darn vaIi. Over the lawn
ANA up through the window soitiv ~wep,
the gentle breeze, tainted with the lir>r per-
hume al OPENING flowers, and Tanned the
hot cheeks al these two in whose hearts Tie
first touches of a Broadway love were being
painted.
Slightly inclining over the 1.-the form
rI. III 4
rich brown eyes upon the gentle maiden
with I'm expression too deep To describe
MALI. darling. have YOU no word for me l.?
Are your lips closed, even while your
heart heats wildly for utterance? We are
Tor each other. Fate, and sitting on the
same seat AMI eating peanuts out of the
same bag at school have decreed this.
Without YOU INV life would he H. blank a.
the subscription book uf one of our even
ing paper>, and ont nf nv heart all desire
to- live would hee like an impe-
cunious clerk from tailor with
Il bill" Then ne stroked with
care at his Tm-a-coming- sometime
mrstache a. he poised ON the loot tree
from corn>.
Maize stood silent.
Arthur placed his hand softly ON her
shoulder. There was no movement The
dress was padded. Poor Arthur. how
purely innocent he was.
A step was heard on the stair. The
Young maj. trembled, for he had met the
old man before. But no one entered the
room and the heart OF the pleader slid
down from among his bronchial tubes.
"Malie." he spoke again, in deuce-ior-lOw
tones, "why this silence Will Won not
give me one little three-ior -iive-eents
hope"
Male stood erect Her ewes met her
lovers in l-don t->ee-anything- iunny sort
OF way, while on her face there was the
careless, are-you-going-to-t express
ION which sent Il pain through Arrhurs
heart and raised the cuticle near his spinal
column. But she said not word. Her
agony seemed great and her form swayed
To and fro with emotion.
What thoughts must have been tearing
AT the heart-strings of this deep bIue->ea-
stocking girl How strangely she acted,
As ii posing Tor taking attitude behind y
church festival table And yet her ewes
did tell something Arthur saw il.
He clasped her wildly, fondly To his DO
som Speak, Malie, speak ~
She spoke.
"Papas gone to turn loose the dog" and
sobs came thick and last.
Arthur sprang from her, rushed from
the room, down the steps aud 10 the front
gate.
The zone little hope" as we'll as the
fragment torn from his coat tail by the
dog, await him III the mansion
Parkinson.