Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-09-19

Ten Eyck White in Chicago Tribune.
"Do Won like annie pie?"

DO you like apple pie2"
The soft, signing wind of dreamy,
one light-undershirt~and no : suspen-
ders evening in June was kissing the
fluffy mass Of golden hair that sur
mounted Ethlyn Men ulfy's perfectly
shaped head, and as she looked trust,
ingly up into the face Of the one man
in ell the wide, wide world to whom
had been given the priceless treasure
Of her girlish, summer resort love,
George W. Simpson felt the balm Of
her dOughnut breath on his lips and
knew that, come veal or woe, be the
day radient with the golden sunshine
OF fortune or darkened by the gaunt,
haggard figure Of despair, there would
always be one heart that beat for him
alone, one soul to which he could
make fast the storm tossed bark OF his
hopes and go ashore on the widest
kind Of a hurrah, secure in the CON
seriousness that upon his return the
old COW would be at the dock.
II is to the man of the world-one
who has passed the book beer spring
time of life; who has seen the bright
and beautiful visions OF youth fade
silently away before the cold, biting,
thermometer going down cellar and.
no-winter pants-in the house blasts Of
fate, and in whose nature cynioism has
usurp d the place OF usefulness-that
the pure and holy love of woman
about whose cold feet he knows moth,
ing comes with a force that has some.
thing almost terrible in its intensity.
To George W. Simpson, who had so
long looked upon love as an idyllic
dream-the rose c%olored fgment Of q
disordered imagination-the fact Of
his deep affection for Ethlyn Nc.
Nulty came as a revelation-a porter.
house steak oasis in the clearinghouse
desert OF his existence. And when
he knew-when the ruby red lips had
whispered shyly into his large, sumpt-
uous ear the words that told him his
love was %reciprocated so fully and
completely that it looked as If the
other side must certainly be blufing-
be had felt a calm, peaceful joy that
lifted him above the cold, cruel werld
with all its bitter disappointment and
despair, and seated him, silent and
alone, on the shot tower of gratifed
hope. The days since they had
plighted their troth beneath the
spreading branches OF the linden trees
that lined the pathway leading through
the lawn to Distress Warrant Castle
had passed in a slow, 81. Louis mer-
chant-in>a-hurry fashion that TO Geo.
W.Simpson was simply agoniEing; and
now, on the evening before that
day on which his hopes we're to fad
glad fruition in welded bliss, they
had met again beneath the lindens to
say once more the words that repeti.
ton makes the more sweet. Ere the
last rays Of another setting sun shall
again gid the eternal hills and such
stray cows as happen to be standing
around, q cassocked priest shall make
these twain one for life, and George
shall be $40 loser. This last thought
steals over him as he stands there,
Ethlyn's arm around his neck, and as
it swashes mournfully around the
precincts Iof his soul his thoughts
drift back to the happy past when he
was a merry, light hearted boy with a
sore toe.
But suddenly the touch Of a damask
cheek against his own brings the reve
rie to a close. A pair Of bright, spark
ling eyes-eyes that will soon be pick
ing out bonnots at his expense-are
looking at him, and he laneies that in
their depths be sees a tinge Of melan>
choly, a lambert CLEAN Of no. caramels-
for three-days that goes to his very
heart.
you are sad, my darling" he says,
pressing her closely to the midship
rib Of his larboard side. why do you
look so sorrowiul2"
Because" she replies, "you have
not answered my question. | asked
you ii you likedeapple pie?"
Yes she says, Il do, ! am deeply
enamored of pie in every shape"
Hardly have the words left his lips
when Ethlyn's head droops, and pres
emily her 1.-THE form is shaken by q
storm of sobs, George is horror
stricken. He has not felt isuch a
shock since the White Stockings won
a game.
why do you weep, my precious
one2" he asks, bending tenderly over
her.
Because" she answers him, her
voice husky with grief, II can not
make pie"
us this true2 Are you certain there
is no mistaken"
"Nonel nonel" Ethlyn means, de-
spairing. 81 can not cook at ALL
Then" he says, raining a shower Of
kisses on the upturned face, you r
more precious to me than ever"