Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-09-08
A Pathetic Tale Of Mans Consistency and
WOman's Devotion.

The tremulous moonbeams toyed with
the restless leaves and the whispering
winds of the August night, like the
Sign of some wounded spirit, seemed the
kind of sort of-like it was-or some
thing like that.
As he held her for one moment in his
passionate embrace, holding her to his
breast as though he would concentrate
all the wild, burning love of his life in
that one caress, there was sound like a
hawser parting in gale, and she gently
stopped him.
Darling" she said, tenderly, SIT is
sweet to be loved, but corsets are cash
this summer, and there goes the third
rod since Sunday"
The ardent boy held her off with both
hands-he was only child Of forty-two
and looked at her face as though he
was examing suspicious treasury note.
'My own" he said, show well love
you your heart can tell. What have l
not endured for your dear sake? Twice
last week your father rebuffed me; on
Tuesday last your brother scorned me
in the public street; and should your
mother find me here to-night-oh, help
me, immortal godsl But I will die if
they should find me, will die at your
feet. This it is, my own hearts darling,
this it is to love fondly, eternally and
unselfshly. Fly with me now; we will
to yonder isle"-
''But there is such a difference in our
ages, DEAR" she sighed. smoothing the
rumpled ribbon at her waist; "the days
OF the years OF your pilgrimage are two
and forty, and I am but a little girl of
nineteen brief but happy summers, and
aE-"
''Think you," interrupted the gray
haired boy, impetuously, ''think you
that am proud beyond my love, and
would spurn you because the world
would taunt you with your youth? Oh,
mol IN my arms I would shield you from
the worlds cruel sneers, and for your
dear sake I would forget how young
you are. Besides, is not my ripe exper-
fence old enough for both Of us?"
"And you are poor" she said, once
more nesting in his arms, ''you are so
poor, they say"
''Poor!' he exclaimed, rapturously,
'fand they who say it do not know how
poor am, sweetheart. By yon bright
moon swear I am poor enough for ten
men. With me, you could not ask for
more poverty and fewer clothes than T
would bring you"
Sand I'm rich, )" she said, turning her
face 80 that she could look into her low
er's eyes. "Pa says that when he dies I
will have 1898, 00O."
But there was no shade of sadness, no
passing shadow of remuneration in his
steadfast eyes. Twining his arms yet
more closely around her, he said, more
earnestly than he had spoken yet:
"And am I base enough to give you
up for that? Think you I viii tear you
from my arms for that? Fairest and
best, believe me, do love you well
enough to overlook your wealth, and if
you will come to these arms of mine.
bring it all with you-nay, do not start,
believe me, for my heart is in the words;
bring it with you-every whit-and see
If my constant heart does not make YOU
even doubly dear"
The sound OF an old man was heard in
the shadowy distance, and with one long,
lingering embrace the proud youth fed.
And on her pillow that night, long hours
the maiden brooded over his eonstancy
and the exceeding faithfulness of his
love. And murmuring, che loves me for
myself and all [ have; I am indeed his
very Own" she fell asleep to dream of
him.
And how did she reward his constancy?
Oh, faithlessness Of woman's tickle VOWS!
Oh, bleeding ruin of mans loving con-
stancy! 1t has ever been so. Within
three months that girl married young
fellow from Arizona, son of bank presi-
dent and himself a big operator IN
mines, worth about 5000 in clear
money and more mining claims than he
could count in three weeks.
And the discarded lover, loving his
false one no less dearly than before,
went out to Arizona and got confden-
tial clerkship under the husband, be-
cause he was an old friend of his wife's,
and he is now robhing his employer at
daily rate that shows how bis heart fond
~ clings to the love Of other days.
lie Remembered.