The Osceola times., 1882-07-29
sweet Faxors Divided.
Chicago Tribune


rs it not beautiful, sweetheart ?"
As Lillian Mcclure spoke these words
she looked into Rupert Hetherington's
face with her starry eyes, and, as the
the light of holy love shot forth from
within their dusky depths, he felt in
stinctively that she was going to hold
him up for some ice cream. But, con-
quering the sombre reflections that this
ghastly thought called up, the young man
placed his arm around Lillian's waist to
prevent her red sash from being sun
struck, and waited in the tense agony of
a horrible suspicion for her to speak
again.
"Do you not think it is lovely, dar.
ling ?"
What ?" asked Rupert, with an in
genuous, owl club expression on the per-
feet features of his West Side face.
"Why, the morning, to be sure" replied
the girl, sunny, six button smile play
ing lightly around her lips, as If afraid it
might fall in. The twittering of the
birds, those silver throated harbIngers of
summer, is to be heard on every branch
and bough. Spring has been sad lag
gard, but now that sho has come in all
her glory of bud and blossom, what can
bemore beautiful" 81 cannot tell you,"
replied Rupert. You ara 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 blighting touch of the Frost
Kings icy breath, / am mere liable to
get there. Mine, as you know, is sem
sitive, Sedgwick street nature that
shrnks from contact with a cold and
cruel world. To me the spring has
naught of joy. The low mellow note of
the new milch-cow chasing a butchers
wagon in which her offspring uLeasiy
reclines seems to me like the wall of a
lost soul, and weird fancies crowd my
brain as hear at midnight the mo9rnful
hoot Of the owl, fitting like some evil
spirit amid the desolate precincts of the
village churchyard."
at is your liver, darling" murmured
Lillian.
Il sometimes think So" was the reply.
'Ever and anon the thought comes over
mre like a black demon of the night that
am off my feed. 1t is to tell you this
that have come around so early this
morning. You had better get another
fellow-one who Will love You dearly "a
have done and whose memory you can
ever cherish with gentle tenderness"
Bat whom shall | get p asked the
girl in agonzed tones.
81 have thought of this, sweetheart
Rupert replied. "Yon can do no better,
thar take George w. Simpson. He loves
you dearly. | know 1t, because he has
often told me that he doesn't and George
cannot tell the TRUTH
81 will do as you say" said the girl,
choking back a sob that was yelling up
from her breakfast. "And now good
bye"
$50 long," said Rupert, kissing her as
he spoke. The girl threw her arms
around his neck, kissed him with pas
sionate, pump suction kiss and went into
the house. Rupert walked around the
corner, where he met George Simpson
"Did YOU fix it ?" asked George.
"Yes," was the reply.
(which do get, winter or summer ?"
Summer"
"You are in luck, as usual. old boy.
"They tell me she can beat the record
eating ice cream"
Yes" said Rupert, "but think of the
oysters !"
"True," replied George, 81 had forgot
ten the oysters"