The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-06-29

Why EthIyn HeHuIty spoke These Words
Voice HUSKY HithPle.
Chicago Tribune.
ut can never be-"
Ethlyn McEulty's voice was husky with
pic as she spoke these words, and in the
luminous depths OF the soft brown eyes
that had wilchtd SO many men and made
their lives u wreck-men who otherwise
would have been good, honorable citizens,
u credit alike to themselves and to the
tailors who trusted them-there was q
wisiful, pleading, ii.you-kneT-h ow-tight.
my -shoes.Tere- you would -get.on-a street.
car ;look that Harold Neversink, man Of
the world though lie was, had never been
there before.
They were standing ina little dell, these
lwo-a spot around which clustered the
hallowed memories Of a happy, peaceful
past, when the days drifted by in u lang1id
LHhion, no trouble or grief coming to mar
,hu perfect harmonic Of placid and bRanli-
full existence. But nowall was changed,
and rs Ethlyn stood beside tho man she
loved 80 well the memory Of what had been
came to her with cruel, crushing force, and
up from the misty portals OF future that
seemed utterly dark aud cherries there
arose only the black wraiths OF desoai)n
and despair. 1t was soIt, senHuous Chi.
cago June evening, and rs Harold adjusted
his ear-muffs and took Ethlyn's hand in his
he felt that without the love OF this
good woman, without her presence tc
cheer him; and her counsel to
aid and guide him, his life would be as
blank, and dreary, and as desolato rs q ST.
Louis paper. The verv thought was mad
dening, aud as it burned into his soul with
cruel force, he looked out sadly over his
no chaucetG-sc.- 1rt-unlcss.you-jump-
hecollNr, aud Ethlyn saw that the lip which
held his don't tell.pap muSlachG was quiy-
ering with pain. Aud then, as the crick.
eIs all about them were bibgiEg, and the
murmurous breathing Of u stacCato COW
was borne away TO The westward on the
Aghing bEetzes Of the night, she put her
arms around his neck, and as he stood
there, Il willing prisoner in the dimpled
chains Of love, spoke TO him as she had
never spoken before.
"You know l love you, Harold" said
she-"love you with a deathless passion
that time eau never Rssuage, and as the
years 80 YEARLY BY with leadcn feet your
image will ever be bright in my heart, your
love for me- a shrine at which shall ever
worship, l know that YOU are good and
purc and do not smoke Cigarets. | know
that your love would shield and protect me
forever and ever, and that in that love |
should find peace aud contcntment that
every gill standing on the Threshold OF
4Tomunhood SO longs for-tnat indehn4ble,
mysterious, Observation-Disclosures.
new-ha.-o mels-lhal-I -Uant--ieeling
that throws about the cold, fiat faces OF
life the glamour OF q mystic dreamlAnd
lhat We feel, but cannot see. But such
happiness may not be, love you too
well, Harold, to ever knowiCely calse you
one instant Of pain, and therefore say to
you, standing here with the stars that deck
the heavens looking down upon me, With
the voice ofNature saying in every bud:
ding flower and trembling leaf and horse
liniNgnt almanac that summer has come
again--l say il solemuly, teartully, and Tor
the last time, that cannot be your wife"
and weeping in O mad, paSsionaie way,
as II all the chewing gum in tho world was
gone, she threw horseItin reckless, bliud
stagger fashion on the grass this feet and
moaned pitifully. g..
In an instant Harold had jumped over
her feet and was kreeling beside her.
"Why can you not marry me2" he asked.
"What ID the ofstarle Of which you speak
SO mysteriously 2"
"Do not ask me-" she said. "Do not
sssk 10 make yourself miserable, perhaps
Tor Iiie." 4-, r..er
"But demand an answer be says.
Rising herself slowly and sitting there
on one loot, Ethlyn McNulty looks up a,
him. The moonlight stealing through the
branGhes Of the linden trees above them is
not whittier than the face Of the girl upon
which it falls so gently, and In her eyes
there 10 a lock OF haunting fear that is pitt.
iul In its sad intensity.
"You shave ourstIf2" sho says, looking
at him steadily.
"Ycs," he answeru. ...Bat certainly that
can have nothing to do ~
"Wait," says the girl. "It would be
sore trisI toYop were any one else to use
at would" is the reply
at is as I thought" continues Rthlyr..
mo" (speaking gently to herself, 81 could
not resist the temptation-no woman
could"
"Whut do you mean?" he asks. a dc.
mand an answer" ..r
81 mean she replies, in q cold, me.
cbauical way, "lhAt ! have a hereditary
coru.n aasaa--.