The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1882-05-17
An IDYL.
1T TAKES PRETTY TALK TO WIN
IN LOVE AFFAIRS.
Chicago Tribune.

Must l really 90, sweetheart?
"Yes," replied Lillian McGuire,
placing her shapely white hands in
his. and looking into his face with a
tender earnestness that showed the
true womanliness of her nature. "lt
is better. far better, for both of US
that we should part forever but as
she spoke the hot tears of pain we'll
ed up to her beautiful brown eyes
those eyes that had witched with
their bright glances and dreamy
tenderness so many men and with
little sob of pain Lillian's head was
bowed upon George w. Simpson, :,
shoulder in an estacy of grief.
Couldn't you put ten year limit
on your bill, darling?" ask the young
man, bending gently over the little
head that was pillowed so trustingly
Just under his left ear. II certainly
ought to have as good a chance as a
Chinaman."
A low moan Of pain and a convul-
sive shake of the little head was the
only response.
But George was not to be denied
so easily. "Can l not have one hope?'
Lillian lifted her head and looked
at him steadily. Perhaps she said,
in cold, Baffin's Bay tones, you
would drop if house fell on you,
but begin to doubtit. Know then,
since YOU will have it, that under no
circumstances can l accept your
profferd love, for am a packers
daughter, and packers daughters
come high"-this with a naughty
expression that lowercase type can
not convey.
George W. Simpson saw at once
that this proud beauty hadbeenmak-
ing a plaything of his his love. The
revelation was terrible one, but he
bore it bravely. VERY well, 3" he
said, in husky, haven't -hada-dr,nk-
in-two-hourst tones. "you have stampt
with the iron heel of scorn upon the
tender violet Of my budding love,
but some day when your children
little winsome brats with sunny
smiles and assortment of collie that
will keep you up three nights every
week-are climbing upon your knee
until You are in danger of becoming
knee-sprung, you will perhaps re-
member, with n tinge of sadness in
the recollection, how you toyed with
the love of loyal, trusting, Cook
county heart. and threw forever over
yung and happy life the black pail
of disappointed hope and crushed
ambition. / have seen the roses OF
my love wither and waste away un-
till they lie shivelled and blighted
by the dusty roadside of life, and
you can bet that feel pretty tough
about it. / haye seen my beautiful
and stately ship Of hope, with it tall,
shapoly mast and towering wings
of snowy canvass, that sailed away
so buoyantly and travely over the
shimmering sea ofnot many months
ago. come back to me a shapelcss
wreck the tapering spars that
were so white and clean now jagged
and broken, and to them clinging the
dark scaweeds, while the sails that
rivalod the clouds il feecy purity
there remains only blackened shreds
that flap dismally in the moaning
winds, whose voice seemed to sound
the requiem dirgc of my dead and
buried love. l have got the boss
wreck, and don't yon forget it,
Lillian looked at him steadily fol
a moment "Do you mean these
words you have spoken, George?
she asked
"You can bet your life l do" he
answered in low, passionate tones
"And do you really love me Sc
dearly?"
"Well, l should gasp" was the
reply, a pearly tear glistening IL
Georges off eye.
"Then, said Lillian, twining he
arms about his neck, IL will roos
on your knee next Tuesday evening
rs usual. Papa woald never forgiv'
me ifI let n mau who can talk lik
that 90 out Of the family"
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