The daily Cairo bulletin., 1883-11-27
A Lakeside Musing.
"Do you love me truly, Haroldp"


Lurline Neversink was even more
beautiful than usual as she stood in the
soft, mellow light that, streamed from
the chandelier overhead, and, looking
down fondly upon her, George w.
Simpson felt that to wreck forever the
happiness of her young life, to plunge
her soul into the turbid depths Of des-
pair and hold it there by the heels,
were crime than which none could be
more black. He knew that this girl,
whose weird, passionate nature made
her heart lutte for every passing joy
or grief to play upon. had given to him
the one best love of woman's life
her first. 1t was something to be ten
derly proud of, this something
not to be worn lightly on the sleeve
where all might see it. but tucked care
fully away in the woodshed of mans
soul, secure alike from carping criti-
csm or cruel jest. And yet as George
W. Simpson gazed tenderly into the
dark, lustrous eyes that were aglow
with hopeful expectancy, he felt that
the maelstrom of passionate alteration
into which Lurline Neversink had al
lowed herself to be drawn would one
day cast her young heart bleeding and
torn upon the jagged rocks of his re-
fusal. Ii was a terrible. maddening
thought, and it came with awful force
to George as he stood in that pslatial
mansion, his feet sinking into the vel
vet carpet until he was in danger of be-
coming cock-ankled, and heard the
words with which this chapter opens.
Bending tenderly over the grl, George
Kisses her In n chaste, New Haven,
Conn. manner, but does not trust him
self 10 answer in words the fateful
question she has asked. And then they
pass into the music room, which is sep
arated from the hall by por,iere of
navv-blue velvet. The windows OF the
room are shaded by curtains of the
same rich color, and the walls between
them are covered with paintings.
Statues Of Mozart, Beethoven, and
Guido, filled inches, while over the low
mantel hung full-length portrait OF
Maud S. No word was spoken until
Lurline had seated herself Al the piano,
and then il was simply request that
he hand her . certain piece Of music.
As he stopped forward TO comply, the
outlines of his face were brought into
strong relief against the ruddy back
ground of his left ear. and Lurliue
gazed at him intentlv. HIS was such
| countenance as one sees in old Italian
portraits, in some Vsndykes, showing
power strangely blended with passion,
His mouth. besu,iiul IS womans 5,
with its smile generous snd rsre As s
split Goldfish. was tightly compressed
| and as bloodless as marble. HIS eve
brows, dark, straight. snd finely PEN
ciled. met over his dark rk-gray eyes, and
in the latter there was fixed, reso.n'e
expression that boded no good 10 s
square meal if he should happen 10
meet one.
At last the music was found sn6 Lur-
line began to sing. Carried 1wsy by
the inspiration OF the moment, she
sang on and on until ST lss, she psused
from sheer exhaustion. And then. see
ing that George was not ST her side,
she turned TO the flIt,gil s; her left
There he lay-dead in all tie proud
grandeur Of his glorious n,sahco3,
while on his forehead fell the golden
dawning of grander day He hso
died at the moment when LIE WAS pass
ing the stone tha; MARKS th4 .c:-.@s'
point on LIES higAwsy-died w1s--
| manhood morning almost touches Z,
and while the shadows Te-e falling -
wards the west. Tne mellow Ign
from the chandelier stole into ,14
hushed chamber Of death and van.
dered over his stately form that IA!
powerless and stricken, over his noble,
handsome face, telling, even in death,
of the deathless love he bore her.
He had forgotten to plug up his ears
-Chicog0 Trttune.
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