The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1883-09-28

Chicago Taibune.

10 you IKE apple pier
Ths soft, sighing wind Of dreamy, one
lieht-undershirt- and.no-suspendes evening
In Jane was kissing The fluffy mass Of golden
hair that surmountsd Ethlyn McNulty's
perfsctly y-shaped head, and as she looked
trustingly up into the face of the one man
In ell the wide, wide world to whom had
been given the priceless treasure of her girl
ish summer resort love, George W. Simp-
son felt the balm of her doughnut breath on
hie lips and knew that, come veal or woe,
b the day radiant with the golden sunshine
of Fortune or darksned by the gaunt, hag-
gard fgare of Despair, there would always
bs one heart that best for him alone, one
sonl 10 which be could make fast the storm
taxsasesEk Of his hopes and 90 ashore on the
widest Kind Of hurral, secure In the con-
sciousness that upon his return the old scow
would be at the dock. .
Il Is TO the man of the world-ons who
has passed the bock-beer springtime Of life; /;
who has seen the bright and beautiful Wis
ions Of youth fade silently away before the
cold, biting themometerg going down cellar
and-no- -winter-p pants s-in-the-house blasts of
adverse fate, and In whose nature cynicism
hss usurped the place Of trustfulness-that
the pure and holy love Of c woman about
whose cold feet he knows nothing comes
with force that has something almost ter.
rible In its intensity. To George w. Simp-
son who had 90 long looked upon love IS an
idyllic drsan--the rose-colored figment of .
disordered imagination--the fact of bis af-
fection for Ethlyn McNulty came as q revel-
ation--a porter-house steak easis In the
boarding house desert Of his existence. And
when he knsw--when The ruby red lips had
whispered shyly into his large sumptuous
ear the words that told him his love was re-
ciproeated so fully and completely that 1t
looked % II the other side must certainly be
blufing--he had felt calm peaceful joy
that lifted him above the cold, cruel world
with oil Ito bitter dissapointments and des-
pair, and seated him, silent and alone, on
the shot tower Of gratiied hope. The days
since they had plighted their troth beneath
the spreading branches OF the linden trees
thst lined the pathway leading through the
lawn to Distress Warrant Castle had passed
In . slow, ST.. Louis Notwithstanding
fashion that to George W. Simpson was
simply agonizing; and now, on the evening
before that day on which his hopes were to
End glad fruition In welded bliss, they had
met again beneath the lindens to say once
more the words that repetition only makes
more sweet. Ere the last rays of another
setting sun shall again gild the eternal hills
and such stray cows - happen TO be standing
around, cassecked priest shall make these
twain one for life, and George will be $40
loser. This last thought steals over him as
be stands there, Ethlyn's arms around his
neck, and a. II swashes mournfully around
the precincts of bis soul bis thoughts drift
back to the happy past when he was . merry
light-hearted boy with sore toe.
But suddenly the touch of damask cheek
against his own brings the reverie to close.
A pair Of bright, sparkling eyes--eyes that
will soon be picking out bonnets at his ex-
pense-are looking at him, and he fanciss
that In their depth he sees tinge Of nelan-
choly, q lsmbent gleam of no-caramels-for-
three-dsys that gees to his very heart.
-''You are sad, my darling" he says pres
sing her closely to his midship rib Of his lar
board side. "Why do you look 90 sorrowfulr
"Because," she replies, "you have not
answered my question. 81 asked you Kyou
like apple pie"
"Yes,"he says, ~ am deeply. .enamored
Of pie In every shape"
Hardly have the words left his lips when
Ethlyn's head droops, and presently her
little form Is shaken by . storm of sobs.
George Is horror-stricksn. He has not felt
such shock since the White Stockings won
. game. .
"Why do you weep, my precious one9'
bending tenderiy over her.
"Becauss," she answered him, her voice
husky With grief, ~ cannot make pie"
"Is this true9 Are You csrtain there 10 no
mistake ?"
"None, none," Ethlyn means, despairing-
ly. 81 cannot cook st all."
"Then," he says, raining shower Of kiss
e on the upturned face, "you are more
precious to me than ever"