The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-05-26
A CHICAGO ROMANCE.
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Tie up the dog"
 The tender gray twilight of June eve ming was sitting 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 we'll with the brilliant colors of the gar ment, and stepping out upon the lawn, where the star-eyed pansies and modest pinks were rearing their heads alongside the velvety green of the close-trimmed grass-plot that stretched away to the west ward, the picture was indeed pretty one. Passing through the hower-beds, and down the graveled walk until she came to a clump of willows, whose light branches were just stirred by the whisper of the night that came from the south, the girl paused and stood there peering wistfuliy into the gloaming. Brushing away with her dimpled hand the fluffy mass of golden hair tha, the signing wind had blown over her white forehead, Natalie drew the shawl more closely about her and sat down on little rustic bench. whose cory look made it fit place in- deed for loves tryst and vigil.
 Presently George w. Simpson entered the gate and was soon by her side. For an instant no word was spoken between them, and so 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 starless blank. Hers was a deep, trusting, if-the-rope- breaks-we-are-gone love that made her voice falter and die away when she spoke r -A rf al there was nameless fear, a vague terror, that seemed to rise like black pail from out the mystic dreamland that was part of her nature and tinged the brightest and happiest moments of her life with sense of melancholy.
 You love meT she asked, looking up to George with eyes in which there shone the radiance of tender, beautiful pas sion love me better than all the world beside better than you have ever loved any one in your whole life :"
 George did not answer, for as Natalie spoke there came to him haunting mem- ory of dark, splendid eyes, bright face, smiling and radiant, and dimpled, and dewy, scarlet lips that had often met his own in sweet, clinging. don 't-let-go-if-you value-your-life kisses. He thought of all this as he bent tenderly over Natalie, her golden hair touching his cheek, and the perfume from the lilies she wore ming ling with his breath.
 The girl noticed his silence. Why do you not answer me?' she said.
 George did not reply, but drawing her closer to him, would have kissed her again.
 want no kisses she exclaimed pas sionately, withdrawing herself from his arms, from lips that are not sacred to me alone. have given you all that wo- man can give-the love of her whole na ture. My heart has been a lute for you 10 play upon, my whole existence a eonstan; striving to make my love for you holy, and beautiful, and pure one. For your sake l have looked remuneration in the face with fearless eyes, have given up much that is dear to me, and yet when l ask you if you love me there comes no answer from your lips. and your eyes do not look into mine "-and drawing her self up in the imperieus, whoa-Emma way that behtted her so we'll she sat down on the rustic bench with dull, sickening thud that told all too plainly of a broken hustle.
 In an instan, George was by her side and Natalie was sobbing as if her heart would break. Forgive me, darling" he murmered in low. bock-beer tones.
 "l do," Natalie replied: but tell me. sweetheart, tell me truly, did you ever love another y'
 Do no: ask me that said George.
 !" But demand an answer" exclaimed the girl passionately, and again ask you if you ever loved another.'
 Il did" he replied. !" Loved her wildly, madly.'
 "Who was 1t ~ she asks, her cheeks afamc with the ho, flush of anger.
 Bending low over her, George whis- pered into her left ear the fatal words: Lydia Pinkham." and with a hollow. mocking laugh Aces into the darkness.