Semi-weekly interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1881-1905, 1883-10-02
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"DO You like apple pie2"

wide, vide world 10 whom had been
given the priceless treasure Of her girl
isb, summer.resort love, George w.
Simpson, felt the balm Of her dough.
nut breath on his lips and knew that,
come veal or come woe, be the day
radiant with the golden sunshine Of
Fortune or darkened by the gaunt,
haggard figure Of Despair. there would
always be one heart that beat for him
alone, one soul TO which he could make
fast the storm tossed bark Of his hopes,
and 20 ashore on the widest kind Of a
hurrah, secure in the consciousness that
upon his return the old scow would be
at the dock.
Il is 10 the man Of the world-one
who has passed the bock-beer spring
time Of life; who has seen the bright
and beautiful visions Of youth fade 81.
lently away before the cold, biting
thermometer going down-cellar and-no
winter. pants.in the-house blasts of adj
verse fate, and in whose nature cyni-
cism has usurped the place Of trustful-
ness--that the pure and holy love Of a
woman about whose cold feet he knows
nothing. comes with n force that has
something almost terrible In its intens.
ity. To George w. Simpson, who
had so long looked upon love as an
idyllic dream-the rose colored figment
Of disOrdered imaginatfon-the fac.
of his deep affection for Ethlyn Nc.
Nulty came rs a revelation-a porter.
house steak oasis in the clearinghouse
desert Of his existence. And when he
knew-when the ruby.red lips had whis-
pered shyly into his large, sumptuous
ear the words that told him his love
wasreciprocateds so fully and complete
ly that it looked as II the other side
must certainly be bluffing-he had felt a
calm, peaceful joy that lifted him
above the cold, cruel world with all
its bitter disappointments and dispair
and seated him. silent and alone, on
the shot-tower of gratifed hope. The
days since they had plighted their
troth beneath the spreading branches
Of the linden trees that lined the path
way leading through the lawn to Dis
tress Warrant Castle had passed 10
slow, st. Louis merchant-in-a hurry
fashion that TO George w. Simpson
was simply agonizing; and now. on the
evening before the day on which his
hopes we're to find glad fruition in
welded bliss, they had met again be-
meath the lindens to say once more the
words that repetition only makes more
sweet. Ere the last rays of another
setting sun shall again gid the eter.
nal hill and such stray cows as happen
10 be standing around, cassocked
priest shall make these twain one for
life and George will be $50 loser.
This last thought steals over him as he
stands there, Ethlyn's arms around
his neck, and as it swashes mournfully
around the precincts of his soul, his
thoughts drift back to the happy past
when he was a merry, light hearted
boy with sore toe.
But suddenly the touch of dam
ask cheek against his own brings the
reverie to a close. A pair of bright,
sparkling eyes-eyes that will soon be
picking out bonnets at his expense
are looking at him, and he fancies that
in their depths he sees a tinge of mel
ancholy, a lambert CLEAN of no caro-.
mels-for-three-days that goes to his
very heart.
"You are sad. my darling" he says,
pressing her closely to the midship
rib Of his larbOard side. "Why look
so sorrowfulS"
because" she replies, you havn't
answered my question. | asked you
If you liked apple pie"
"Yes," he says. 81 do. am deep
ly enamored Of pie in every shape"
Hardly have the words left his lips
when Ethlyn's head drops. and pres
emily her 1.-THE form is shaken by a
storm OF sobs. George is horror
stricken. He has not felt such d
shock since the White Stockings won
the game.
"Why do you weep, my precious
onei" he asks. bending tenderly over
her.
Because" she answers him, heI
voice husky with griei. III can moi
make pie"
"Is this truei Are you certain
there is no mistaken"
"None, none" Ethlyn means, de
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