Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1884-02-29
Lakeside Musings.
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"My heart Is broken ~

"My heart Is broken"
The words came with Il strange,
passionate force from the lips Of Mig
non McNulty as she stood beneath
the larches that beautiful June eve
ming aud looked tenderly up ut Geo.
W. Simpson, and in the fathomless
depths of her great brown eyes
there was wistful, fear-haunted
look that told its own sad story of a
sorrow that was almost despair.
The man III ade no reply to the girl,
nor did he even look at her. His face
was turned away, and, although he
could feel the little hand that rested
so lightly on his shoulder tremble
like an aspen, there was no sign in
his face by which one could read his
thoughts. 1t was handsome face
the lines perfect in their contour, and
the fair, white skin was nantled here
aud there by just the suggestion of Il
deeper color-and yet, if one looked
closely there was something nnpleas-
ant about il all, and the clear gray
eyes held ever lurking expression of
iirmness that might easily become
cruelty. 1t was face that came
nearest telling Its own story when IN
perfect repose, When George w.
Simpson bacame engaged in conver-
sation women called him divine.
The ridnt mouth, wreathed in tine
sunniest of smiles, lost all the rigidity
of lines that characterized IL at other
times, and the gray eyes looking into
yours so frankly, seemed but open
portals to q soul within whose pre-
cincts the gaunt, horrible figures Of
despair and doubt had never stalked
with echoing tread.
At last he turned to Mignon. "a
must 60 now," he said, passing his
womanly-white hand tenderly oveI
the girls brow and then kissing hel
there in reverent fashion. "Will yor
not say good-bye!"
There was no answer and h,
walked slowly down the pathway
leading to the gate, Mignon standing
there like one in u trance. In tn,
west the sun was sinking to rest, ant
over the girls head lark uttered it
musical cry as it flew swiftly by
Not far away was horse-car.
The girl did not move.
The lark was lost in the far blu
overhead the street car sped on ant
Oh until the last gleam Of its rea
platform vanished; the sun SAM
lower and lower, till 1t glowed glob
of flame upon the edge of the horizol
Through all this Mignon never move,
but stood there under the larche
with her head dropped upon he
breast, her form thrown out dar
and motionless against the gold G
!, the western sky, and OH her face tn
look of one to whom death would b
blessing.
The sun sank entirely, leaving onl
q trail of flame across the heavens
the wind rose and blew back frOr
her forehead the masses of blue-blac
9 hair that clustered there. She starte
then, as if awakened from u dream
and walked swiftly into the hous,
\ Her mother, hearing the well know
footsteps, met her,at the door. On
8 glance told her all.
"You have failed"
i eyes, answered Mignon, che say
= he will marry no one, and that leal
q year is nothing buta foolish trad
q ton. lie is a heartless coquett
>. But let him beware. There is OF
Q whom he may yet meet whose witcl
\ cry ile can not escape, even If
.. would. Pray Heaven she may con
!, this way" and the girl sank weepii
10 upon fauteuit.
e OF whom do you speak2" ask'
e her mother. "Who is this peerlc
N heauty?' v7+
le Looking steadily ut her mothe
Of Mignon Missed through her new tee
n the fatal words;
"Susan B. Anthony"