Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1884-01-02
A Lakeside Musirr
"Do YOU love me truly, Harold

'Do YOU love ne truly, Harolu!
Lurline Neversink was even more
beautiful than usual as she stood in the
soft. mellow light that streancd from
the chandelier owe head. and, looking
down fondy upon her, George w.
Simpson felt that to wreck forever the
happiness of hey yonug life. to plunge
her soul into the tnrlil depths Of Sics-
pair and hold it there by the heels,
were a crime than which none coulI 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 enc best love cf q womau's life
her first. /: was something to be ten
derly proud of, this love som ething
no. to be wcrn lightly on the sleeve
where all might sec it. but tucked care
fully away in the WOO ished of a mans
Sonl. secure alike from carpin- criti-
cism or cruel jes,. And yet rs George
w. Simpson gaZel ,cndcrlg into the
dark, instrons eyes that were ag!ow
with hopeful expectancy. he felt that
the maelstrom o. passionate alteration
into which Lurline Neversiuk had al
lowed herself to DC drawn would one
day cast her young heart bleeding and
torn upon the Jagged rocks OF h.s re-
fusai. 1t was a terrible, msddenin-
thought, AMI il came with awful force
to Geo ge as hc stood in that pGlatial
'nsaasioh, hts fest ~~iukfng into the vtl-s
vet carpet until he was in danger Of be-
coming cock-ankled, ana heard the
words with which this chapter opens.
Bandin- tenderlv over the girl, George
kisses h in chas,e, New Haven,
Coun., manner, but does not trust him
self to. answer in words the fatefttl
question she has asked Aud then they
pass into the music room, which is sep
arated from the hall by II porticre OF
navy-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, I'll ed inches, while over the low
mantel hung fuil-length portrait of
Maud S. No word was spoken until
Lu l.ne had seated herself at the piano,
AMI then it was simply request that
he hand her y certain piece of music.
As l. ,.stooped forward to comply, the
outlines of his face were brought into
strong relief against the ruddy back
ground of his left ear. and Lurline
gazcd at him intcntiy. II was such a
countenance us one sees in o.d Italian
portraits. in some Vandykes, showing
power strangely blended with passion.
HIS mouth, beauti ul as a woman S,
with its smile generous and rare as a
split Goldfish. Was tightly compressed
and as bloodless as marble. His eye
brows, dark, straight, and finely PEN
ciled. met over his dark-gray eyes, and
in the latter there was fixed. resolute
expression that bodcl no good to a
square meal if he should happen TO
meet one.
At last the music was found and Lur.
line began to sing. Carried away by
the inspiration OF the moment, she
sang on and on until at last she paused
from sheer exhaustion. And then, sce-
ing tnat George was not at her side.
she turned to The tdutesH at her left.
There he lay--dcad in all tho proud
ran.eur of his glorious manhood,
VIII le on his forehead fell the golden
dawning OF a grander day" He had
| died at the moment when he was pass
ing the stone that marks the loftiest
po.nt on lies highway-died where
manhdol's morning almost touches it.
and while the shadows were falling to-
| warts the west. The mellow light
from the chandelier stole into the
HuSaed chamber Of death and wan
dered over his stately form that lay
| powerless and stricken, over his noble,
handsome tace, telling, even in death,
| OF the deathless love he lore her.
He had Tor 1otten TO plug up his ears.
| In f,.nn Y1.il llne