The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1883-08-04
A Lakeside Musing
Summer in Cohoes.

hung in graceful fashion from a
clothes line that fecked the horizon
in the rear OF Brierton Villa and lent
warm tint to the turquoise bloom
OF the dreamy Italian sky that looked
down in sll its azure beauty that
August morning, attracted the atten-
ton Of Cecil Dare as be walked list
lessly up the gravel path leading to
the little 1ose-emboW cred summer
house in which be vas TO meet Clytie
Oorcoran-the proud, stately beauty
to whom all these broad acras with
their wealth of golden grain, orch
ards nodding with the weight OF rosy
checked apples, azd the Old slabsided
family COW that had kicked Olytie's
father into the great Beyond OF which
we snow so little and are not wildly
anxious to find out more by personal
exploration-would belong when the
two menths that must elspse before
she became of age had passed.
And as ha walked slowly along,
bis hands Clasped behind him in
such fashion that the large, gaudy
bong.spavin on the third finger OF his
rigut hand, which was all that was
left to him of his college education as
third baseman. did not show. enc
thought was in his mind, one care in
| his heart. But it was bitter. biting
bug-in-the- oresm.pitcher thought,
and strive as be might 70 putt away,
to forget even for ana instant its
haunting presence, the attempt vas
of no avail, and this man proud IN
the possession of buoyant health.
great physical strength and mental
vigor of no ordinary kind, felt that
unless relief soon came to him, death
or. even life in st. Louis would be
preferable to his present state OF
misery and haggsrd agony.
Are you dreaming, d&rling?" and
as Cecil Dare looked up in surprise at
the sound of the voice whose tones he
knew 60 we'll, CIytie CorBoTsn stood
by his side, and before he could
answer her question she had placed
her shapely arms around his neck
and pressed with her dewy lips upon
his cheek warm, throbbing. there
is no-danger- as-long-as-you-grab-the-
chair kiss that seemed to him like
benediotion.
land You are late, too" continued
the girl, looking more beautiful than
| ever as she stood there, the sun glints
that Cana down through the white
crowned blossoms Of the apple trees
seeming to kiss the coronet OF golden
hair that lay in simple door knob
fashion on the queenly head, while
tbs wiud-sWeet breath OF the morn
ing-brought to her dimpled cheeks
the rosy flush that only perfect health
and the right kind of face powder
can give. 'Ynu are nearly three
! minutes behind time, and if you
| knew how dreoyy and desolste those
moments were 70 me, how my heart
has been tortured by sgoniZlng
doubts aud fears, I am sure you
would not, if you loved me, ever be
go cruel again"
Forgive me, my precious one, "
said Cecil IN low murmured tones, as
| be bent lovingly over the girl and
pressed a cold, calm, historical
society kiss on brow that was fair
as the cycIamen leaves in the woods
around them. 81 will never be late
again."
"And I will never leave YOU" said
the girl, "When the maddeniDg &C.
stacy of our love has found fruition
in marriage. I will be always by
YOUR side uutil death"
"Holdl Do not speak OF death, F"
cried Cecil, drawing her still more
closely to him, 81 bad such 8 terrible
dream last night. Such dreadful,
eerie dream that | shudder even now
when I think of ii.
"Whst was it, sweetheaEtf" asks
Clytie.
1T dare not tell you" be answers,
bis voice seeming almost like q moan
so greatly is he affected.
"But you must tell me" she pei
sists. Surely you can trust me, your
future bride, with any secret."
1T Was nothing" he says, trying
to laugh away the horror that even
the thought OF the dreadful vision
| bad called up to his face.
but l insist on knowing" sac
says. "and il you do not tell me, |
shall know that you do not love me
as you say. that you do not trust NJ c
fully, Teligiou6ly, implicitly, as dc
you, Oh, Cecil, this is not kind OF
you, indeed it is not! I have lain my
whole heart bare to you, given to you
| the one and all absorbing passion OIL
e pure Woman's frat and only love.
| I have had no secrets from you. ]
have told you everything, even about
the corn on my big toe. Is itnot so?''
and Us she stands looking up to MIN
With wissiul eyes in which the mists
| OF sorrow are gathering, he feels that
to doubt her love, to refuse her any
confidence. would be worse than 8
crime, it Hoald be q ssorilege.
81 will tell you, then, precious
one," be says, but you must b
bravc-very brave. "
81 will, shs answers.
SCI dreamed" be ssid. 'that We
we're married, but bad become very,
very poor-too poor, il fact to keep
even one servant, and that you, my