The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1882-07-14
A WESTERN POOL.
Two Chicago Lovers Como to an Amicable
Agreement.
Chicago Tribune.

Chicdg0 lrtoune. .s
"ls 1t not beautiful, sweetheart ?"
As Lillian Mcclure spoke these words she
looked into Rupert Hetherington's face with
her starry eyes, and as the light of holy love
shot forth from within their dusky depths,
he felt instinctively that she was going to
hold him up for some ice cream. But con-
quering the somber reflections that the
ghastly thought called up, the young man
placed his arm around Lilian's waist to pre-
vent her red sash from being sunstruck, and
waited in the tense agony of horrible sus-
picion for her to speak again. - .sa'a
"Do you not think 1t is lovely, darling ?"
"What ?" asked Rupert, with an ingenious,
Owl-Club expression on the perfect features
of his West-Side face. .---. ~ t.,
"Why, the morning, to be sure," replied
the girl, a sunny, six-button smile playing
lightly around her lips, as If afraid 1t might
fall in. "rhe twittering of the birds, those
silver-throated harbingers Of summer, Is to
be heard on every branch aud bough. The
air Is laden with the delicate perfume of
lilac and apple-blossoms, while the dew
kissed leaves of yon sturdy maple reflect a
little of the crimson and gold Of the rising
sun. Spring has been a sad laggard, but now
that she has come in all her glory Of bud and
blossom, what can be more beautiful?"
~ cannot tell you," replied Rupert. "You
are far too fly for me, dearest, when such
matters are to be discussed. But In the
dreamy, sensuous days of autumn, when the
tasseled corn hangs ripe in the sheaves, and
the leaves have felt the blightihg touch OF
the Frost Kings icy breath, am more liza
BILE to get there. Mine, as you know, IS q
sensitive, ,Sedgwick-street nature that shrinks
from contact with cold and cruel world.
To me the spring has naught of joy. The
low, mellow noteo Of the new mich COW,
chasing a butchers wagon in which her Off
spring uneasily reclines, seems to me like
the wall of lost soul, and weird fancies
crowd my brain as hear at midnight the
mournful hJot of the owl, fitting like some
evil spirit amid the desolate precincts Of
the village churchyard."
'.It is your liver, darling" murmured Lii
ian.
~ sometimes think so," was the reply.
"Ever and anon the thought comes DER me
like black demon of the night that am of
my feed. But 1t cannot, must not be. Yet
in the autumn all is changed. The soft mezzo
tints of the pumpkin pie fall gratefully on
my eye, and all nature, laughing In the fruit
age of an abundant harvest, seems joyous
and free from care. 1t Is to tell you this
that have come around so early this morn
ing-to tell you that in the months tha. are
to come, the scorching days Of midsummer,
when tho sun, hanging like ball Of molten
brass in the sky, will send down its rays in
pitiless fury, you had better get another fell
low-one who will love you dearly as have
done, and whose memory you can ever cher
ish with gentle tenderness"
"But whom shall I get P" asked the girl in
agonized tones.
81 have thought of this, sweetheart" Ru-
pert replied. "You can do no better than
take George w. Simpson. He loves you
dearly. know It because he has often told
me that he doesn't, and George cannot tell
the TRUTH #E a..
81 will do as you say" said tie girl chok-
ing back sob. Sand now good.by."
$50 long," said Rupert, kissing her as he
spoke. Sd. #@. ...
The girl threw her arms around his neck,
kissed him and went into the house.
Rupert walked around the corner, where
he met George Simpson.
"Did you fix 1t ?" asked George.
eyes" a.
(which do get, winter or summer"
Summer" *l
''You are in luck, as usual, old boy. They
tell me she can beat the record eating ice
cream" " ."#.". #
eyes," said Rupert, "but think of the
oyster" 7. ."
"True," replied George; 81 had forgotten
the oysters" -"."