Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1883-12-28
4 Lakeside Musins..,

'Do YOU love ME truly, Harold?"
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 't,rbid depths of des-s
pair and hold it there by the heels,
were'a 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 ole best love of g. woman's life
her first. 1t was something t0 be ten
derly proud of, this love-some ething
not to, be worn ,lightly on the, sleeve
where all might see it, but tucked care
fully away III the woods4sed1E Of a man $
soul, secure alike from carping criti-
cism or cruel jest. Aud yet as George
w. Simpson gazed tenderly into the
dark, lustrous eyes that we're aglow
with hopeful expectancy, he felt that
the mae]strom of passionate alteration
into which 'Lurline Neversink had al
lowed herself to be drawn would one
day cast hefyoung heart bleeding and
torn upon lthe Jagged rocks Of his re-
fusal. ItsilWas Il terrible, maddening
thought, and it came with awful force
to George as he stood in that palatial
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 tenderlyover the girl, George
kisses her in a chaste, New Haven,
Conn.,, manner, but does not trust him
self to 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 a portiere OF
nayy-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"lo
mantel hung a full-length portrait, Of
Maud s. No word was spoken until
Lurline had seated herself atthe piano.
and chen II. was simply a request that;
he hand her q certain piece Of music.
As he stopped forward to comply, the
outlines Of his face We're brought into
stron e relief against the ruddy back
ground sof his left ear, and Lurline3
gazed at him intently. His was such a
countenance as one sees in old Italian
portraits, in some Vandy ykes, showing
power strangely blended with passion
His mouth, beautiful as d. awoman's s,
with its smile generous and rare as a
split Goldfish, was t1sg5htly comp ressed
and as .b1oodless as rnarb11 Ills eye;
brows. dark, straight, and finely pen
ciled, met over his dark k-gray eyes. and
In the latter there was a. fixed, resolnte
expression that BODIED no good to- ssa
square meal Il he should happen to
meet one.s&,; IL H.. 3 1s...... ~ =. Il.
g#$ AT last. The music was found and Lur-
line began to sing. Carried away by
the Inspiration OF the moment, she
sans on and ON until at last she paused
from sheer exhaustion And then, sees.
ing that George was NOT at her side,
she turned to the fftntett5I@ Z ct her. left
There he lay cad in all the proud
grandeur of his glorious manhood,
Whileson Ills foreh head fell tho ..gold den
sdawning OF = grande er5 q He had
died atl The ID aonent VI hen he was pass
ing the stone that marks the loftiest.
point on life d highsTa d led where.
mani God s norniI,g almost tonehessit it'll
and while the Il had ows were fal ing tto-3
wards the west The LIGHT
from the chanf1 q liier stole into the
flushed chamber Eof death aud an
dered over his st ately form that lay
spoWerless and stIic ken, over his noble.
handsome lace, tel ling, even in death
sof the death loys he bore lIeg.
He had forgotten tosp lusg up his ears
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