Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1883-02-02
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BEWARE OF TIE NEWSPAPER MAN.
do you love me, Reginald?"
The supper given by Stuyvesant Nc
CURE in honor of the nineteenth birthday
of his only child was over and the spa
cious parlors were lined with the younger
portion of the assemblage. Reginald Null
cshey and Aphrodite MEG uire had been
gliding through the soft, sensuous meas
ures of a Strauss waltz. and as the music
ceased. they had strolled into the dimly
lighted conservatory, where, as they sat
with clasped hands, her pure, sweet ce
looking lovingly into his, the question
with which our story L, ,ens had been
asked.
''Do love you. my little one?" respond:
ed Reginald. "Your heart, that unerrng
and ever vigilan5 10 onitor of the soul ust
tell you in words far palmer than any ut
terance of mine that, without the inspira-
tion of your love, my life would be as
dreary and aimless as the editorials in a
Cleveland paper, and the days drift weari
ly by without one CLEAN of light to bright
en- the dreary horizon of my existence
You surely cannot but know, Aphrodite,
that before l knew you was wild, reck-
less man. and that when your love burs
upon my sin-sered soul sweet joy stol'
over my being. With your bright face as
beacon light, my course shall be as un-
swerving as that of the majestic and eter-
nal sun, whose fervid rays are even now
kissing the limpid waters of the Pacific. y
''Say no more" interrupted Aphrodite
II believe you fully"
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An hour later Reginald has just finished
a polka with Julia Mahaffy, and is stand
ing near the conservatory, when the sound
of voices reaches his ear. CHANGING careless
ly into the conservatory he sees Adelber'
Quirk leaning over Adphrodite Mcclure
Adelbert is speaking very earnestly, and
as Reginald listens he hears him say:
Your heart, that unerring and ever
vigilant monitor of the soul, must tel
you in words far palmer than any utter
ance of mine that without the inspiration
of your love my life would be as dreary
and aimless as the editorials in Cleve-
land paper. and the days drift drearily b,
without one CLEAN of light to brighter
the dreary horizon of my existence. You
surely cannot but"
Courses on the reporter" said Reginald
in hoarse passionate tones. HE has sold us
both the same speech. Chicago Tribune
HOIST BY HIS Own PETARD.-Henry
Ten eyck White, the author of the Gwen.
dolyn Mahaffy romances IN the Chicago
Tribune, and formerly sporting man on
that paper. having been married a day or
two ago at Milwaukee to Fannie Driscoll
whose poetical effusions have swarmed in
the newspapers for few years past, the
Chicago Herald described the wedding in
Mr.. Whites own style as follows:
These words, lightly spoken. came love-
laden from the rose-red lips parted slight
ly to show the teeth cleaning like ivory in
the beautous mouth of Gwendolyn Ma
haffy as she stood in the centre of the
spacious drawing-room of the old baronial
house of her father. the eighth duke of
Milwaukee. 1t was Gwendolyn's marri-
age day. She had Just been married to the
horse-reporter, and the mansion was ablazr
with the youth aud beauty of the town.
In the centre of the room stood the happy
couple, surrounded by their young friends
who showered their congratulalion in up
on them. Gwendolyn looked proudly hap
py by the side of her husband as the sun
of the bright December day shone through
tie huge antique window and broke up
on her golden hair in a thousand ripples
Her dress was marvel of dead white Of
tOman silk and rose-pnint duchess lace
The court train was finished with a full
Russian ruche tackled on with pendants of
cut crystal. The front was cut IN battle
ments revealed plaitings of satin encrust-
ed with crystal and ti1sel. The tabliere
were draped with forty-inch founce
caught up on the left side with an i'm
mense barb of brilliants. The bodice was
concealed by zouaye jtcket-one mass of
glittering crystal. This was fastened over
the low corsage with a cluster of dia- |
monds, beneath which was a large, loose
bouquet of Baroness de Rothschild roses. |
Undressed kid gloves encased hands ana
arms, one fastened to the shoulder with a |
sem circle of gems. She wore a demiveil |
which covered her face. and carried on her |
arm reticule in the form of a shell |
wrought in orchids, while her hands were
engaged with fancy fagree smelling
bottle and fan, a marvel of lace and Cey-
lon pearls. One by one the guests paid
their respects and departed. last among
Them being Beryl McMurtry and Artist
DIES Mulcahey, the bridesmaid and best
nan. At length the bride and groom were
eft alone. and, when he had encircled her
waist with his arm, he paused and asked in
ones chOked with emotion:
Would you do anything [ should ask of
'ou, love?"
She did not answer at first. but sudden.