Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-05-03
A Chicago HdyL
From the Chicago Tribune.

Must really go. sweetheart"
Eyes, replied Lillian Mcclure. placing hel
shapely white hand in his. and looking into hie
face with a tender earnestness that showed the
true womanliness Of her nature, 1T is better
far better for both Of us that we should part
forever" but as she spoke the hot tears OF pain
welled into her beautiful brown eyes those
eyes that had witciled with their bright CLAN
ees and dreamy tenderness SO many men-and
with little sob of pain Lillian's head was
bowed upon George W. Simpsons shoulder in
an ecstasy of grief.
Couldn't you put ten-year limit on your
bin, darlingi" asked the young man, bending
gently over the little head that was pilOwed
SO rustingly Just under his left ear; IS" certainly
ought to have as good chance as a China
man."
A low moan Of pain and a convuisive shake
of the little head was the only response.
But George was not to be denied so easily.
Can not have one hope?" he said, lone little
nickel-plated Decent hope?"
Lillian lifted her head and looked at him
steadily. perhaps" she said. in cold, Bafiins
Bay tones, "you would drop if house fell on
you, but begin to doubt it. Know then; since
you trsU have it. that under no circumstances
can ever accept your proifered love, for am a
packers daughter, aud packers daughters
come high''-ths with o naughty expression
George w. Simpson saw at once that this
proud beauty had been making q plaything Of
his love. The revelation was q terrible one.
tut he bore it bravely.
VERY well." he said. in husky, haven't-had-
a-drink in-twd-h0urs tones, "You have slammed
with the iron heel of seOrn upon the tender VIC
let of my budding love, but some day when
your children-fittle winsome brats with SUNNI
smiles and on assortment Of collie that viii keen
you up three nights every week-are climbing
upon your knee until Jou are in danger Of be-
coming knee-sprung, you will perhaps remem-
Der. with tinge Of sadness in the recollection,
how you t0yed with the love Of loval, trust
ing, Cook county heart and threw forever over
young and happy life the black pail Of q dis
appointed hope and crushed ambition. l have
seen the roses Of my love wither and waste
away until they lie shrivelled and blghted by
the dusty roadside of Life, and You can bet that
feel pretty tough about it. / have seen NV
beautiful and stately Ship Of Hope with it's tall,
shapesy mast and towering wings Of snowy
canvas. that sailed away 60 huOyantly aud
months ago, come back to me q shapeless wreck
the tapeling spars that were SO white and
clean now jagged and broken, and to them
elinging the dark seaweeds, while OF the sails
that rivaiied the clouds In fieecy purity there
remained only blackened shreds that flap dis
mally in the moaning wind, whose voice seems
to sound the requiem and dead and buried
love. | have got the boss wreck, and don't you
forget it,
Lillian looked at him steadily for a moment.
''Do you mean these words you have spoken,
GeOrge?" she asked.
'YOu can bet your life I dc" ne answered In
low. passionate tones.
And do you really love me so deariy?"
"Weh. should gasp" was the reply, pearly
tear glistening in Georges Off eye.
''Then," said Lillian. twining her arms about
his neck, II will rOOst on your knee next Tues
day evening as usual. Papa would never for
give me if let a-man whs can talk like that go
out Of the family"