Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-05-23
DETERMINED TO KEEP HIN IN THE
FA MILY.

Must I really go, sweetheart?"
eyes," replied Lillian Mcclure, plac-
ing her shapely white hand in his, and
looking into his face with tender earn
estness that showed the true womanliness
of her nature "it is better, far better
for both of us that we should part for
ever" but as she spoke the hot tears of
pain welled up into her beautiful brown
eyes-those eyes that had witched with
their bright glances and dreamy tender
ness so many men-and with q little
sob Of pain LillIan's head was bowed
upon George W. Simpsons shoulder in
an ecstasy of grief.
Couldn't you put ten-year limit
on your bill, darling?" asked the young
man, bending gently over the little head
that was pillowed so trustingly just I'M
der his left ear 81 certainly ought to
have as good chance as a Chinaman.
A low moan of pain and convulsive
shake of the little head was the only re-
spouse.
But George was not to be denied so
easily. "Can not have one hope ?"
he said, Zone little nickel-plated, TO-
cent hope?"
Lillian lifted her head and looked at
him steadily. Perhaps" she said, in
cold, Baffin's bay tones, "you would
drop if house fell on you, but I be-
gin to doubt it. Know then, since
you will have it, that under no circum-
stances can [ ever accept your proffered
love. for I am packers daughter, and
packers daughters come high this
with naughty expression that lower
case type cannot convey.
George W. Simpson saw at once that
this proud beauty had been making q
piaything of his love. The revelation
was a terrible one, but he bore it
bravely.
every WE'LL" he said, in husky,
haven't-had-a-drink- in-two-hours tones.
"You have stamped with the iron heel
OF scorn upon the tender violet OF my
budding love, but some day, when your
chiidren-httle winsome brats with SUM-
ny smiles and an assortment of collie
that will keep you up three nights every
week-are climbing upon your knee IN
til you are IL danger of becoming knee
sprung, you will perhaps remember,
with tinge of sadness in the recouec-
ton, how you toyed with the love of q
loyal, trusting Cook county heart, and
threw forever over a young and happy
life the black pail of disappointed hope
and crushed ambition. 1 have seen the
roses Of my love wither and waste away
until they lie shriVeled and blighted by
the dusty roadside of life, and you can
bet that feel pretty tough about it.
1 have seen my beautiful and stately
ship of Hope, with its tall, shapely
masts and towering wings of snowy can
vas, that sailed away so buoyantly and
bravely over the shimmering sea not
many months ago, come back to me q
shapeless wreck-the tapering spars that
were so white and clean now jagged and
broken, and to item clinging the dark
seaweeds, while of the sails that rivaled
the clouds in feecy purity there remain
only blackened shreds that flap dismally
II the moaning wind, whose voice seems
to sound the requiem and dirge of my
dead and buried love. I have got the
boss wreck, and don't you forget it.
Lillian looked at him steadily for a
moment. "Do you mean these words
you have spoken, George ?" she asked.
You can bet your life I,do," he an
swered, in low, passionate tones.
land do you really love me SO dear
ly?"
Well, I should gasp" was the re
ply, a pearly tear glistening in Georges
off eye.
"Then," said Lillian, twining her
arms about his neck, 81 will roost on
your knee next Tuesday evening as u.s.
ual. Papa would never forgive me if 1
let man who can talk like that 90 out
of the family "-Hhicn0O Tlrib7.ne