The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1883-06-12

Chicago Tribune.
pass the butter"

A Blighted Life.
Chicago Tribune.
Pass the butter"
Out beneath the star-gemmed sky
and under the sturdy old oaks tina
had bid defiance to the storms of cen.
turtles, GiroAe Mahaf3y and Georg'
w. Simpson were sitting that beauti
full Juue night, the balmy breath O.
the evening that was being waited ir
signing kisses from the everglades Of
Flerida made vocal by the chirp of the
cricket and the low, mellow note Of
the dissipated tom-cat as he wandered
listlessly around the back yard, now
and then lodging in q noncbalant, Ian.
guild fashion the latest bootack as il
came hustling through the air with
cruel force, or stopping beueath win.
dow to zee if his howl was still within
reach. Up from the westward came
the sound Of the sea as its silvered
foam FLASHED in rhythmic cadence on
the white sands of the beach, and
through the masses of foliage that ell
circled Brierton Villa could be seen,
ever and anon, esp cially anon, the
fitful flicker Of the ice-cream LARS that
flecked the horizon in every direction.
1t was a night for a poets pen, a
painters brush. or a large schooner of
Weiss beer, and as Girofe sat there in
the cleaning her thoughts wandered
back to the days of a year agone, when
every moment of her life was brim-
ming over with joy and every day
seemed rose-tinted dream from which
one would never care to waken.
And now all was changed. Stand
ing On the verge of womanhood and
watching with wistful ewes for the
mists of futurity to rise, her lite should
have been a happy one as Hope called
to her with jocund voice and Youth
laughed back response. But instead
Of this the darksome shadows of doubt
ard fear fell ever OH the pure young
face, and in the swee, brown eyes there
was a wistful, yearning. Heaven-knows-
l wish NV shoes were two-sizes-larger
look that was pitiful in its sad beauty.
"You can not love me, George"
she says at last, ''or you would not
leave me in this manner-go away for
two whole days, when you know tina,
my heart will be breaking for you, and
that every moment Of your absence
will be to me an age of torture aid
doubt" and coming to bis side she
places her arms about his neck In a
shy, hesitatins, Observation-Disclosures
am-afoOt-or-horseback fashion, and tells
its own sweet story of love that will
never fade or falter as long as the
collateral securities hold out.
And SO they stand there, the mo-
ments passing by unheeded, the girl
nesting In his arms secure in the deep
trustfulness of an overpowering pas
sion, while the man, smoothing her
fair forehead gently, bends over now
and then to kiss the ROSY lips that are
upturned to his. and then wonders in
q dreamy, idyllic, North-Side fashion
who the last man that held a similar
situation on Circles staff might have
been. Suddenly the girl breaks the
had broken the man on
the last meeting day.
"And you must really go?" she
says Greatly and truly ?"
EYES," he answers, "when Duty
,alls we must obey; and / have seldom
Known Duty to call on the poorest
land."
''But I can not let you CO." she
avs passionately. ut is cruel to test
ny love so sorely"--and, breaking
Town in a STERN of sobs. she chung to
lin more closely than ever. And
hen, Just as he fears for her reason, SO
errible does the blow seem, the sobs
hat are making the 1.-THE form culver
With anguish cease, and Girofe looks
Ip to him with happy smile upon
Ter face. 81 will be brave" she says,
but you must make me one promise,
holy, sacred promise that even death
self may not absolve you from"
81 will do it gladly, my precious
ne" be murmurs. "What is this
"You must promise, says she, "to
Ind me your razor"
"Why, of course / will, sweetheart"
e replies gayly. Ipromise you tina;
heerfully. But why do you make
UGH strange request?"
Because" she says in those low,
yellow tones that would lure a man
trough Inferno or to Harvard juno
on, l have a large, threbbing bunion.
Won't Do So Again.
A wealthy citizen of Detroit, gays
no Erno proee who mt ou1v hold.