Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1883-02-23
A Lakeside MusIns.
Chicago Tribune.

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A Lakeside SfusIng.
Chicago Tribune.
do not say that"
Very appealing was the wistful look
that came from pair Of brown eyes as
Clytie Uoreorsn spoke these words in
a low, strained,we will-warrant these.
goods-not. to-rip manner that told
something of the intensity Of her feel
ing.
BERTHE Cecil stopped and kissed the
pretty red lips that were put to him
10 half>pouting, half loving fashion.
They were to be married in the fall,
these two-the beautiful fall, when
Natures cheeks are tinted with
brown and red, when the amber haze
of Indian summer wreathes the hill
tops and the valleys seem but huge
cups, filed TO the brim with purple
red vino. Clytie had told BERTHE.
that night in June when she had
drawn him close to her sash, placed
her head upon his shoulder and whis-
pered tenderly the words that caused
great JOY to food his soul, that the
wedding must not take place until
October, although he (never having
previously gone over the rapids) was
eager for an early contamination Of
bis happiness. And now he was
waiting, anXiously aud with an impa-
tient heart, for the day when Clytie
would be all his own, and the rose
tinted hours hold nothing for him but
her love and her dear presence.
But amid all the perfect joy that
filed their young lives there had come
little cloud, a matter on which they
could not agree.
Ii was this subject that had been
under discussion between them when
he words with which this chapter
opens were spoken, and had caused
Clytie to produce the wistful look
which she always kept in stock for
emergencies Of this kind.
"You will not change your mindY'
she asked.
Never" replied Berthe. mot if it
parts US forever"
They were standing at the edge Of
the lawn. Not tree or shrub broke
the velvety green plush OF this revel
ground of Titania; but it was hedged
iO--dusky, broad shouldered horse
chestnuts; slim coward poplars; balm
O. Gileads, with their cottoRy eSulli
tions; the mountain ash, with its
coronal of scarlet berries; Norway
spruce and evergeens; and where the
shaven sward sloped down to little
silver thread Of joyous water a willow
dropped forlorn with a sOrrowful and
witching grace. Beside low rustic
fence was wide border Of flowers
miguonette, demure and shy; hello
trope, pensive and wan; carnations,
their red rims filled to the brim with
spices; shadOwy lilies, like vestal
lamp bearing virgins, clothed in
snowy white; reses, languid, velvoty
and rare with Eastern perfumes; and
pansies, pathetic aud seeking,
purple and golden and dusky--
the flower of thoughts. And as
Clytie fastened a cluster of them in
her hair she spoke again-not angrily
this time. but with tinge of sorrow
in her voice that was almost pitiiul.
The poor girls heart was breaking,
aud, try as she might, she could not
conceal the bitter knowledge from
herself.
Let us part at once, then" she
said. ut is best soonest over. and
slipping from a taper finger the ring
with which he had plighted their
troth in the golden summer tide, she
handed it to BERTHE. AS he took it
the hot tears of disappointment came
into his eyes, but he brushed them
hastily away.
we shall at least part friends he
said.
"Oh, yes" said the girl, smiling a
wan. sad smile through the mist that
covered her beautiful brown eyes, I'VE
must mover be aught but friends, and
turning she went into the house.
X
"You look ill, Clytie," said Men.
delssohn Corcoran at the supper table
that evening to his daughter
"No, papa" was the reply; lit is
wors e tn, II thai"
He looked at her steadily for an in
slant.
Can it be possible said he, that
you and BERTHE -"
Yes" replied Clytie, I'VE have
parted forever"
"Pooh, pooh It's Only.a lovers quar-
rel, aud will soon be over.
mo, papa, said the girl, her voice
tremulous with grief, ut is best to face
misfortune bravely, even though ones
heart be breaking, l love BERTHE
dearly, and God knows that to tear
his image out of my heart is a cruel
pain. But we should not have lived
happily together since he refused my
dearest wish"
What was that, my darling?'
HE said, replied the glrl, sobbing
as il her corset would break, that
when we we're married | could not
have his razor" and the little head
with its coronal of sunny curls fell on
her fathers bosom amid storm Of
sobs
why, what do you want with a
razor?" he asked, in astonishment.
Looking up to her father, the only
one she had in this wide, wide
world, her pretty eyes bedimmed with
tears, Clytie whispered in low, agou.
lied tones:
II have two large corns."
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