The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-06-28
Nxrs,e's De.thIoss Love.

"What do you tbinl, OF Myrtle 2
"I hardly know what TO think
Reginald, replied the girl, her eyes
Illuminated with the radiant ligh;
of love. as she turned in response
to Reginald Simpsons question and
looked at him with the beautiful
tender, calf-like look OF first and
only love. Il only know that what
ever my father may say, Whatever
he NAV do. my love for YOU will
never falte- or fail, my trust in the
nobility ofyour nature Will oe as
steadfast as the mighty rock OF Glib
raltar that flings back in scorn from
It's stone butteressed base The mighty
billows that are ever beating against
It's solid sides in their mad impo-
tent fury" When Myrtle got well
under way she was a pretty ialr
talker. She was fair, slender girl
with lustrous brown eyes tnat one
sees so often in Brshma hens ond a
complexion that never cost less tnan
one dollar a box. As she stood in
the parlor of her fathers palatiai
residence this baimy June evening,
her hand placed trustinsly in that
ofReginald, while her face almost
touched his. as they spoke the words
ouoted above. the picture was indeed
a pretty one.
In q moment George ". Hatha-
wav. the merchant prince, entered
the room. Reginald at once went
nm TO him. "Mr. Hathaway he
said. Il have come here tonight TO
tell YOU frankly that last Sunday
morning Iwent out TO the race track.
You know that Myrtle and ! love
each other with a deathless. Dear
horn avenue love that opposition
viii only make stronger and that
we have plighted our troth. | do
not seek to defend my conduct last
Sunday. l know it is wrong to Wis
II a race-track at all, and especially
ON Sunday. But it seemed TO be
more noble, more manly, TO tell you
the exact truth"
$50 YOU were out to the track Sun
dav?" asked the old man, his face
assuming sad, panied expression.
"Yes. sir"
"AhI that was indeed wrong,
But step with me into my library
The two men stepped into the IL
brary Mr.. Hathaway closing the
door as they entered. Reginald felt
that the worst would soon come.
Seating himself in an easy chair Mr..
Hathaway looked earnestly at Regi-
nald for a moment. Then he spoke
up suddenly:
Did YOU see a little bay mare
with a sort of spike tail and her
near front foot white being exercised
out there Sunday morning."
eyes. sir" replied Reginald.
How fast did she go?'
"She trotted a mile in 2:23i, the
last quarter in 35 seconds" was the
reply.
A peaceful, happy smile stole over
the old mans face. Reginald. my
bow he said, in low, earnest tones.
"that little bay mare belongs 70 ne.
Nv position as deacon viii not al
low me to publicly acknowledge the
ownership of the animal, but Won
can bet your sweet life that when
she is cut loose at the July races ]
will break all the officers Of our
church and several people in the
adjoining parish. Do you under
stand, nv boy?"
Yes, / catch on" said Reginald.
81 knew YOU owned the mare all the
time. but a Chicaeoan is too noble
to give away his prospective father
in-law." and stepping to the side
board Reginald courteously poured
out a drinl, Of sour mash for Mr.
Hathaway before taking one him
self. The old man did not fail to no.
tice this action. "This boy has the
true Saxon spirit" he murmured to
himself, and he shall marry Myrtle
when the leaves begin to turn.
shall need him myself during the
trotting season"