Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1883-08-11
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Ethlyn McNulty's voice was hus-
ky with pie as she spoke these
words, and in the luminous depths
of the soft brown eyes that had
Witched so many men and made
their lives q Wreck-men who Otn-
erwise would have been good, hon
Orable citizens, credit alike to
themselves and to the tailors who
trusted them-there was a wistfuI,
pleading, Observation-Disclosures
my-shoes-were-you-would-get-on-a a.
street-car look that Harold Never
sink, man of the world though he
was, had never seen there before.
They were standing in a little
dell, these twO-a spot around
which clustered the hallOwed men,
cries OF happy, peaceful past, when
the days drifted by in a languid
fashion, no trouble or grief coming
TO mar the perfect harmony of
placid and beautiful existence.
But now all was changed, and as
Ethlyn stood beside the man she
loved so well the memory of what
had been came to her with cruel,
crushing force, and up from the
misty portals of a future that seemed
utterly dark and cherries there
arose only the black wrath of des-
OlatiOn and despair. 1t was soft,
sensuOus Chicago June evening,
and as Harold adjusted his ear
muff5 and took Ethlyn's hand in
hls he felt that without the love of
this woman, without her presence
to cheer and her counsel to aid and
guide him, his life would be as
blank, and dreary, ana deSOlate as
st. Louis paper. The very thought
was maddening, and as it burned
into his soul with cruel force he
looked out sadly over his nO-chance-
tO-get-Out-unlesS-yOujump-Over col
lar, and Ethlyn saw that the lip
which held his dOn't-tell-papa mus
tache was quiVering with pain.
And then, as the crickets all about
them were singing, and the muir
INJURIOUS breathing of a staccatO COW
was borne away to the westward on
the signing breeZeS of the night,
she put her arms around his neck,
and us he stood there, willing
prisoner in the dimpled chains of
love, spoke to him as she had never
spoken before.
"NOu know | love you, Harold"
she said-"lOve you with a DEATH |
less passion that time can never !
assuage, and as the years go YEARLY |
by with leaden feet your image !
will ever be bright in my heart, /
your love for me shrine at which /
| shall ever worship. | know that /
you are good and pure and do not /
smoke cigarettes, | know that your
love would shield and protect me
forever and ever, and that in that
love ] should find the peace and
cOntentment that every girl stand.
ing on the threshold of wOmanhOOd
50 longs fOr-that indetinable, mys-
tCrlOuS, l-dOn' t-knOW-Wh tits
ANEW hat-Or- caramelS-that-I l. want
feeling that throws about the cold,
flat facts of life the glamour of
mystic dreamland that we feel, but
can not see. But such happiness
may not be. | love you too well,
Harold, to ever knowingly cause
you one instant of pain, and there
fore | say to you standing here with
the stars that deck the heavens
looking upon me, with the voice
of Nature saying in every budding
flower and trembling leaf and horse
Imminent almanac that summer has
come again-I say it solemnly,
tearfully, and for the last time, that
l cannot be your wife"-and weep
ing in mad, passionate way, as if
all the chewing in the world
was gone, she threw herself in
reckless, blindstaggers fashion on
the grass ut his feet aud mOaned
pitifully.
In an instant Harold jumped
across her feet and was kneeling be-
side her. "Why can yun not marry ,
me-" he asked. "What is the OBJ ,,
'taCle of which you speak so mystic
riously?"
ado not ask me-" she said. :
do not seek to make yourself mis-
9rable perhaps for life" !
"But | demand an answer" he :
;aVs. -.
Raising herself slowly, and sit
ing there on one foot, Ethlyn Nc
Nulty looks up at him. The moon ,
light stealing through the branches
If the linden trees above them is I
not whittier than the face of the girl A.,
Ipon which il falls so gently, and +,
II her eyes there is Il look of haunt !
ng fear that is pitiful in its sad in +
cn~ity. =
You shave yuurself?" She says, +,
ookiug III him steadily.
YES" hc answers. "But Ger ,
ainly that can have nothing TO =
10"
WATT" says the girl. ait would +
Il sore trial To you were any one +
lSe to use the razor >" :
at would,' j. the reply. u
alt is as | thought" continues y
lthlyn-.. Mo- Speaking gently to +,
CrsClD, II could not resist the :,
woman could" y
"Wnat do you mean ?'' he asks. n
| demand an answer" q
II mcan," she replies, in a cold, q,
Icchanical way, "that l have a a
erCditary corn" ~