The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-08-23
HE HAD LOVED ANOTHER
ROMANCE OF A AHIGm-TONED CHICAGO
- COUPLE.
A'Qucstion. tho Answer to Which Causes
Coldncss' md Drifts George w. and
Natalie Apart.
"Tie up the dog. "


Natalie Apart.
'"Tie up the dog"
The tender gray twilight of June
evening was settling down upon the earth
as Natalie Mcintosh spoke these words,
and as she threw light shawl over her
pretty white shoulders, whose rounded
curves and soft flesh tints contrasted so
well with the brilli9nt colors of tho gar
ment, and stepped out upon the lawn,
where the star-eyed pansics and modest
plnks were rearing their heads alongside
the velvety green of the close trimmed
grass plot that stretched away to the
westward, thepicture was indeed q pretty
ono. Passing through the flower beds
and down the gravelcd walk until she
came to clump OF willows, whose light
branches were Just stirred by tho wGis.
per of the night that CAME from the
south, the girl paused and stood there
p"cring wistfully into tho gloaming.
| Brushing away with her dimplcd hand
the fluffy mass of golden hair that the
signing wind had blown over her white
forehead, Natalie drew the shawl more
closely about her and sat down on n little
rustic bench, whose cosey look made it a
tit place indeed for loves tryst and vigil.
Presently George w. Simpson entered
the gate, and was soon by hcr sidc. For
an instant no word was spoken between
them, and rs they stood there, her arms
about his neck, her head upon his shoul-
der, Natalie felt that without the love of
this man her life would be starlcss
blank. Hcrs was n deep, trusting, IL
thc-rOpe- -brcaks-wc-arc gone love that
made her voice faltcr and die away when
oh, 10 al. L
back of it all there was ever namclcSs
fear vague terror that seemed to rise
| like n black pail from ont the mystic
| dreamland that was part of her very na.
ture, and tinGcd tho brightest and hap.
picst moments of her life with sense OF
melancholy.
"You love nc ?" she asked, looking ur
to George with eyes in which there shonc
tho radiance Of tender, beautiful pas,
sion; Glove me better than all the world
besides; better than you hnvo ever loved
any ono in your whole life ?"
George did not answer, for ns Natalie
spoke there camc TO him haunting
memory of dark, splendid eyes, bright
face, smiling, and ';ant. and dimpicl,
and dewey, scarlet .lps that had often
met his own in sweet, clinginS don't-l"t-
Go--if you .valuc-vour-lifc kisses. He
thought Of all this as he bent tcndcrl,
ov"r Natalie, her golden hair touchm"
his check, and the perfume from tie Ill.
les she wore mingling with his breath.
The girl noticed his silence. "Whyd,
You not answer me ?" she sail
George did not reply, but, drawing
her still closer to him, would have kissed
her again.
81 want no kisses, she exclaimed, pas
sionatcly, withdrawing herself from his
arms, "from lips that are not sacred to
me alone. l have given you all that a
woman can givc--thc lovo of her whole
naturc. My heart has been lutte for
You to play upon, my whole cxistcnca Il
constant striving TO make my love for
you holy, and beautiful, and pure ono.
For your sake have looked rcnuncia-
ton in the face with fearless cvc&, have
| given up much that is dear to me, and
yet when I ask yon if you love me there
comes no answer from your lips, and
your eyes do rot look into miac;" and.
! whoa Emma way that btiittrd her so
we'll, she sat down on the rustic bench
with dull, sickcning thud that told too
| plainly Of broken hustle.
In an instant George was by her side,
| and Natalie was sobbing rs if her heart
! would break. "Forgiyc me, darling,"
he murmurcd in low, bock-hclr tones.
81 do," Natalie replied; "but tell me,
sweetheart, tell me huly, did you ever
love anothcr?"
"Do not ask me that" said George.
"But / demand an answer" exclaimed
the girl passionntcly, "and again ask you
if you ever loved another"
II did," he replies. "Loved her
wildly, madly."
"Who was it q she asks, ncr checks
afinme with the hot flush of anger.
Bending low over her, George whis.
pcrs into her left car the fatal words, "Su-
san b. Anthony!' and with a hollow.
mocking laugh fees into the darkness.