Morning journal and courier., 1883-07-25
Pic Did It.
From the Chicsgo Tribune ]

Summer in Cohoes.
 The soft rhythmic. sensuous swaying of a pair of striped stockings which hung in graceful fashion from n clothesline that fecked the horizon in the rear of Bricrton Villa and lent warm tint to the turquoise bloom of the dreamy Italian sky that looked down in all It's azure beauty that Augus9 morning, attracted the attention of Cacil Dare as he walked listlessly up the gravel path leading to the little rose -embowered summer house in which he was to meet Cly ! tie Corcoran-the proud. stately beauty to whom all these broad acres with their wealth of golden grain, orchards nodding with the weight of rosy checked apples, and the old slab sided family COW that had kicked Cly ties 1 father into the great beyond, of which we know so little and are not wildly anxious to find out more by personal exploration- would belong when the two months that must elapse before she became of age had passed.
 And as he walked along slowly, his hands clasped behind him in such fashion that the large, gaudy bone spavin on the third finger of his right hand, which was all that was left to him of his college education as third basenlan, did not show one thought was in his mind, one care in his heart. But it was bitter, biting, bug in the cream pitcher thought, and strive as he might to put 1t away, to forget even for an instant its haunt ing presence, the attempt was of no avail &nd LQ1S ulau, pEOuu HI EAo pOSStaSIOA LII buoyant health, great physical strength and mental vigor of no ordinary kind, felt that unless relief soon came to him death, or oven life in St. Louis, would be preferable to his present state of misery and haggard agony. Are you dreaming, darling? ?'' and, as Cecil Dare looked up in surprise at the sound of the voice whose tones he knew well, Clytie Corcoran stood by his side, and before he could answer her question she had placed her shapely arms around his neck and pressed with her dewy lips upon his cheek a warm, throbbing. there-is no danger as long g-as-you- grab the-chair kiss that seemed to him like 8 benediction.
 ssAnd you are late, too," continued the girl, looking more beautiful than ever as she stood there, the sun glints that cana down through the white crowned blossoms of the apple trees seeming to kiss the coronet of
 golden hair that lay in simple, door knob
 fashion on the queenly head, while the wind her dimpled cheeks the rosy flush that only perfect health and the right kind of face powder can give. You are nearly three minutes behind time, and if you knew how dreary and desolate those moments have
 been to me. how my heart has been tortured
 by agonizing doubts and fears, am sure you
 would not, if you loved me, ever be so cruel again"
 Forgive me, my precious one," said Cecil
 in low, murmurous tones as he bent lovingly
 over the girl and pressed a cold, calm, his
 torical society kiss on brow that was fair
 as the cyelamen leaves in the woods around
 them. sI will never be late again.
 "And I will never leave you" said the
 girl, 'fwhen the maddening ecstacy of our
 love has found fruition in marriage. I will
 be always by your side until death"
 ssHoldl Do not speak of death,' cried
 Cecil, drawing her still more closely to him.
 1T had such terrible dream last night. Such dreadful, eerie dream that shudder even now when think of it.
 'sWhat was. it, sweetheart ?'' asked Clytie.
 'sT dare not tell you, he answers, his voice seeming almost like moan, so greatly is he affected.
 seBut you must tell me-" she insists.
 ''Surely you can trust me, your future, with any secret.
 "It was nothing he says, trying to laugh
 away the horror that even the thought of the
 dreadful vision had called up to his face.
 s.But I insist on knowing" she says,
 ssand if you do not tell me shall know that
 you do not love me as you say, that you do
 not trust me fully, religiously, implicitly, az
 I do you. Oh Cecil, this is not kind of you
 indeed it is not ! I have lain my whole heart
 bare to you, given to you the one and all-ab sorbing passion of pure woman's first and
 only love. I have had no secrets from you
 I have told you everything, even about the
 corn on my little toe. Is it not so 2" And
 as she stands looking up to him with wistful
 eyes in which the mists of sorrow are gath
 ering, he feels that to doubt her love, to re-
 fuse her any confidence would be worse
 than crime-it would be sacrilege. II will tell yCu, then, precious one, he