Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1882-06-13
LIE MARRIAGE DE CONVEYANCE,
JOHNNIE' HUNT lMADGEl
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june s, 1882.
| You have called Tor glimpse of my trousseaU?
| How nicei Just step into my room,
| And, Alice, please draw pack thai curtain,
| This place is as dark as tomb!
| I'll ring for Lisette; you don't know, girls,
| What a bother this marrying brings;
| But il pays, after all, when it's over
| have some such elegant things
! This garnet and rose uncle Arthur
| Selected in Paris last June;
| Worth made il Just notice the trimming,
The lace. the exquisite gallooni
| The hatis not very becoming,
The plume is too far TO the back;
| But il matches the dress; Lisette. find me
That lovely point applique sack.
| This sack is a present from Flora;
Shes living in Paris, you know;
i walled on her when she married
Old SimOns a twelvemonth ago.
| They say that her rooms palatial,
| And all in such wonderful Style
| Quite change TO a man with million
From a thousand year and Tom Lyle.
Poor Tom is a wreck of himself;
Has drank ever since she was married.
There's my blue MORE antique on the shelf,
With the cream colored satin, made Vatican,
You need not unfold it, Lisette,
We see how it's made; please to find me
That yellow-hued Honiton set.
You remember that queer old aunt Hester,
Who stayed here last winter awhile,
And preached to me so about Flora
And symPathiZed so with Tom Lyle?
The lace Qfke HERSELF is old-fashioned.
She sent it-confess that you think that
Right good in the clever old thing
I've a wonderful hounce and bertha
From Add1nle, ma mere that's to be;
Real point-such exquisite pattern
And set of magnificent diamonds,
As pure as cluster of tears;
me gI OF b ms PT re s sa Gi fof years
And there my new set OF opals,
think them a fortune alone:
Each gem holds a living Zig hit that quivers
Like soul that's imprisc ned in stone,
Aud there are my rose-colored canoes,
Don't you see? by the pearls-just this side;
1 promise their match to whoever
Among you viii be the next bride.
NV linen is paPked-but it's lOVelYi
All tucks aud insertion and lace;
If one wants an elegant trousseau
In Paris, at Worths, is the place.
Those dresses you see in the armour
(Thirteen) have been scarcely undone;
You'll hardly believe when 1 tell you
never have tried on onei
OF course. 1 have shoes, gloves and bonnets
To match every separate suit
As sample Lisette, will you bring me
The cream -colored gold-buttoned boot?
The glove with five rows OF silk stitching,
The bonnet with gold-colored plume,
The rose to the right is too lovely
A jewel of beauty and bloom
The wonderful dress of all dresses,
The robe of tomorrow, you know
So perfectly stylish and splendid!
I've promised mama not to show
Claude says viii be so bewildering
He'll forget to remember the ring;
Come, Alice, of what you thinking?
OF 1.-THE lover who loved me last spring."
BAH Fold up my dresses, Lisette.
And don't let my jewel-case fall;
It's well, Alice, some one remembers
never think of him AT all
Dear me, how time hiesl must hurry;
Claude said he coming at eight;
Lisette. tlke them on through the pariors.
And mamma will show them the plate.
Excuse me for not going with you;
Good night. There thank God they are gone
And am alone in IN v chamber
Doors locked; and the close curtains drawn;
Alone with my laces and Jewels,
A sobbing. miserable thing;
Alone with the thoughts that possess me
OF that lover whs loved me last Spring.
God knows believed that you loved me
AS we sat on the steps in the dark
With one milky star hung above me.
faint, little, glimmerng spark;
l remember the white oleander.
Ut dropped loose bloom on my brow0
remember the words that you uttered
know that they mean nothing now.
And yet with the thought that you loved me
My cheek caught the soft, scarlet stain
OF the sweet, happy shame of the woman
Who loves and is loved back sgain.
And my brown head was bashfully bending
Till almost it lay on your breast;
The world slipped away from my vision
walked in the land of the blest.
And when you were gone and the moonlight
Rose softly and late DER the scene
And dripped through the leaves its fair silver
In shimmering waves through the green,
knelt in that dim. dewy garden
In happy thanksgiving and prayer,
With the bloom of that white oleander
Like down-fallen star in my hair.
You came, and my color came dashing-
You went, was listess and pale;
You smiled, and my glad eyes were flashing
You sighed, and my laugh wall.
Ny life to your mood was a mirror
My heart was deep-thrilling organ
Your love was the hand on the keys.
Dear, have you forgotten that evening
When you came in the storm and the rain,
And we sat by the shadow bound window
While the rising winds moaned as in pain?
remember the face you bent DER me;
God help me; 1 worship it still)
remember the warm hand that covered
Tina white hand that lay on the sill.
dared not, love, lift up the lashes
That heavily dropped to my cheek;
You spoke to me words that no other
Save only a lover can speak.
The lights lower burned, and the shadows,
Like sentinels, lurked in the room,
But your passionate voice broke that stiffness
And ran through the rain and the gloom.
All! dear, you were sure that loved YOU
Although never said q word;
Why, the wild heart that beat in my bosom
child could have listened and heard.
And you said, laughing low, do you fancy
Your silence deceiyes me to-night?''
And faltered and failed in the answer
would have made careless and light.
1 had prayed for loves fruit and before me
Behold! it hung golden and fair;
But how could dream it had ripened
Beside the dead sea of despair.
God gave it to me in its beauty
Within ii the cold ashes lay.
have eaten that fruit and its knowledge
Stands bitterly by me to-day.
What have left now but memory
And, perhaps, just a flower or two;
A dainty blue robe that was ruined
By sitting too long in the dew.
A book that you brought me that evening
When you came in the storm and the rain;
The ghost OF kiss on my forehead,
An anguish OF lingering pain.
OH life is terrible dramai
Each actor must play out his role;
Tomorrow l stand at the altar,
With a lie on my lips and my souli
Ny God! when see on my finger
The CLEAN of that gold marriage ring,
On shelter soul from the memory