Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1884-08-21
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placing her shapely white hand in
his, and looking into his face with
tender earnestness that showed the
true womanliness OF her nature; lit
is better, far better for both of as that
we should part forever but as she
spoke the hot tears of pain welled up
into those beautiful brown eyes
those eyes that had witched with
their bright chances and dreamy ten.
derness SO many men-and with
little sob of pain Lillian's head was
bowed upon George w. Simpsons
shoulders in an ecstasy Of grief.
Couldn't you put a ten year limit
on your bill, darling2" asked the
youns man, bending gently ever the
little head that was pillowed so trust
ingly just under his left ear; | Ger
tainlv ought to have as good chance
as ChInaman.
A low moan Of pain and eonvul-
sive shake of the little head was the
only response.
But George was not to be denied so
easily.
Can | not have one hopeg' he said.
One little nickel-plated, ten-cent
hope2'
lillian lifted her head and looked at
him steadily.
Perhaps, . said she, in cold, Baf-
fms Bay tones, you would drop if
house fell on you, but ! begin to
doubt it. Know, then, since you will
have it, that under no circumstances
can ever accept your preferred
love, for | am packers daughter,
and packers daughters come high -
this with naughty expression that
lower case type cannot convey.
George w. Simpson saw at one
that this proud beauty had been max
ing a plaything of his love- The
revelation was a terrible one, but he
bore it bravely.
Every well, he said, in husky,
haven't had drink in two hours
tones. You have stamped with the
iron heel of scorn upon the tender
violet of my budding love, but some
day, when your children-little win
some brats with sunny smiles and an
assortment of collie that will keep You
up three nights every week-arc
climbing upon your knee until you
are in danger of becoming knee
sprung, you will, perhaps, remember,
with a tinge of sadness in the recol-
lection, how you toyed with the love
Of a royal, trusting, Cook County
heard and threw forever over young
ard happy life the black pail of dis
appointed hope and crushed ambition
I 10 .,F
whittier and waste away until they
lie shriveled and blighted by the
dusty roadside Of life and you can bet
that | feel pretty tough about it. l
have seen my beautiful and stately
ship of Hope, with its tall, shapely
masts and towering wings Of snowy
canvas. that sailed away so buoyant y
over the shlmmering sea not
many months ago, come back to me a
shapeless wreck-the tapering sparS
that were so white and clean now
jagged and broken, and to them
clinging the dark seaweeds, while Of
the sails that rivaled the clouds in
heecy purity there remains only
blackened snreds that flap dismally
in the moaning wind, whose voice
seems to sound the requiem and dirge
of my dead aud buried love- / have
got the boss wreck aud don't you for
get it. =
Lillian looked at him steadily for a
moment.
DO you mean those words you
have spoken, George2' she asked.
You can bet your life do, he
answered, in low, passionate tones.
and do you really love me 50
dearly2"
"Well, l should gasp" was the re
ply, pearly tear glistenig in Georges
off eye.
"Then," said Lillian, twining her
arms about his neck, II will roost on
your knee next Tuesday evening, as
usual. Papa will never forgive me
I if let a man who eau talk like that
90 out of the family