Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1883-11-12
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s'Myrtlew
'Reginaldr'
The girl, tall, stately beauty, with a
lissOme form and a glorious cOronal OF
hair u that fell in a golden shower over
her Grecian { p neck, threw herself pas
siOnately into his arms, and for an instant
nothing was heard save a sound as if
somebody was trying to pump water out
of a dry well.
Regy had kissed her.
Four years ago Myrtle Redingote and
Reginald Neversink had pIighted their
trOth go, and now they had met for the
first time since that happy day which,
seen through the dim vista of the months
that had dragged their slow length so
YEARLY along, seemed like a far-distant
star shining brightly and serene amid the
hOrrid blackness of an Egyptian night.
They had cOrrespOnded, of course, but
even when Love guides the pen and bud
ping passion gives to the salvation of the
postage stamp a glamour of romance that
makes it seem almost like a
kiss, there is ever a wistful yearn-
ing-a where-arr-Out-bOys -tO-night a.
feeling that nothing save the actual
presence of the one for whom this love is
felt can drive away (5). And then, when
that loved one comes, when, standing
close pressed in the strenuous grasp OF
him without whom life would be star
less blank (6), the tender words that have
been read over and over again are spoken
in rich, manly tones c. the woman who
has won this precious love is indeed
happy. No care can come to her then.
and the glad golden sunlight of pure
and holy affection drives away the black
wraths of disappointment and sorrow as
the White Stockings fade before any other
club.
"Ah, darling" murmured Myrtle, put
ting away from her fOrehead-fair and
white as the cyclamen leaves in the
woods that surrounded BriertOn villa
the golden tresses that he loved so dearly
to fOndle ~, lit seems such a long, long
time since we have met. such an aeon of
hope deferred and dull, wearying longing
that the mind grows sad with its very
contemplation of the subject-a dismal
epoch that we would fain blot forever
from the pages of our lives 90. But now
that YOU are with me again, now that |
find myself once more within the shelter
of your strong arms and feel your burn
ing kisses { 10) on my lips, all the world
seems white with gladness, and the fu-
ture to hold nothing for me but sweet
cOntentment CD. All is bright and beau
tiful, and even the bitter sorrows of the
past are illum ated by the stars of
JOY l12)."
''Yes, my precious One," said Reginald,
STOPPING to kiss the ruby-red lips that
were uplifted to his C. 49, and pressing her
still more closely to his starbOard ribs.
1--WE shall both be very happy in the fu-
ture-very, very happy"
''Are you sure of this" he asks, ''per-
fectly sure?"
$50 sure" he answers her, ''that l
would stake my whole existence 14) on
what have told YOU
In the gathering shadows she looks up
into his face, and the yearning elOquence
of his eyes stirs her heart with strange
tenderness. 1t was not such love as she
felt for her father; it was no feeling that
had ever touched her heart before. When
she stood before him there was a some
thing of awe that held her silent, con-
victiOn that this man was of a sublimer,
grander mould than any who had ever
crossed her path.
"And why shall we never know sorrow
or paingv she asks, her pure young face
lighted up with a sweet, trustful smile.
Because" he says in low, mellow
tones, Il have concluded not to get mar
ried.''