The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1884-02-05
LAKESIDE MUSING.
II do net doubt it,"

Esmeralda w. Pike spoke these
words in clear. ringing tonee, but
beneath the resonance of her voice
there was q faint quivering-the
mere suggestion of a sob-that would
have told to an observant listener
the cid, old story of a love that was
shattered forever. of a beautiful air
castle in whose halls stalked only the
grim spectres of desoIation and woe
and from whose turrets greas sorrow
kept silent vigil over q world that
could never again seem bright or low
Gus. Be girl ever 80 proud in spirit.
be her nature even of the stoical. un-
yielding kind that can bear disap-
pointment and adversely without q
tremor of the muscles or culver of
the nerves. there is yet one time ia
her life, one moment of supreme hor.
ror and grief, when the sunlight of
happiness seems to have faded for
ever from the horizon of her exist.
ence, and the black pail OF an aeon-
iziug doubt which has at last become
terrible reality falls upon the phastlv
corpse OF dead love-a love cruelty
murdered by the one who above all
others should have cherished and pro-
tected 1.-THE man ct whose bidding
it has grown and expanded liKe a
beautiful flower that needs oniy care
and attention to be forever O thing of
joy.
1t is solemn thing for any man to
win the love of pure and trusting
girl-a love that knows no bounds
aries, that exists only for the one
man in all the wide, wide world, at
whose heart it is offered up as an
eternal incense, land that when turned
aside from the object of it's alteration
burns with even fiercer fame than
before, and leaves behind it only
blackened ashes and the charred
corpse of dead and gone affection.
George w. Simpson knew this. He
knew that Eamerald's love for him
was not an ephemeral fancy, but a
strong. unwavering, you-can. chew
my.gum-While-I-am-reciting passion
that would gather intensity and force
as the years went by. and that when
the autumn OF life had come wouli,
like the ripened grain, be even more
beautiful aud enduring than in the
days of its luaty youth. It was this
that made the task of parting forever
from Esmeralda such hard one.
But in spite of his tight pants George |
Simpson was man in whose nature |
there was q strong element OF duty, |
and he felt that, no matter what |
present sorrow might arise from said
action. it vac best that the tie which
bound them together-she solemn,
holy tie of plighted tro:h-should be
surrendered, rather than that a
greater grief, a more blighting mis-
fortune. should fall upon them later i
q life. And so when he Rad told
Esn eralda-w whispered the words to
1sr softly, as they stood there beneath
he linden trees that soft, autumnal
evening, the sigbing wind that waited
ubtle aroma of corned beef from the
,ext house. kissing the fair cheek OF
he girl and toying with the mass of
golden hair that sat upon her head
ike crown-there had been in his
'oice certain something that told
he girl more plainly than could any
words that behind the studied calm
# bic demeanor, far back in the
Voodshed OF his soul, there was
lark. fatal fy-in-the-cream- pitcher
ecret OF which she knew nothing.
What is this terrible mystery that
nshrouds your action, darling?"
.sked the girl, looking up to him in
be dumb agony OF an awful grief.
Even though We are to be separated
orever, it seems to me that I have
et right to know what it is that has
esolated our lives. Can you not
rant this, my last request7"
"No." be says. in a voice that ID
Ioarse with agony, II dare not tell
ou."
"But demand an answer to my
uestiop," she says. imperiously. |
He regards her moment in sil-
nee, and then, just as he turns to 60.
be clasps his arm and looks up to
i'm with pitiiul pleading in her
rown eyes. |,
"For the sake of our dead love-" 4,
le whispers, "tell me-" II
Bending over the frsil form. George
hispers in her ear one little word:
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