The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1884-02-29
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words in clear, ringing tones, but be-
meath the resonance of her voice there
was faint quivering-the mere sug-
gestion of a gob--that would have told
to an observant listener the old, old
story of love that was shattered for
ever, of beautiful air castle in whose
halls stalked only the dim specters of
dcsolation and woe, and from whose
turrets great sorrow kept silent vigil
over world that could never again
seem bright and joyous. Be girl ever
so proud in spirit, be her nature even
of the stoical, unyielding kind that can
bear disappointment and adversely
without tremor of the muscles or
culver of the nerves, there is yet one
time in her life, one moment of supreme
sorrow and grief, when the sunlight of
happiness seems to have faded forever
from the horizon of her existence and
the black pail Of an agonizing doubt,
ity, falls upon the CHASTITY corpse of
dead love-a love cruelty murdered by
the one who above all others should
have cherished and protected 1.-THE
man at whose bidding it has grown
and expanded like beautiful flower
that needs only care and attention to
be forever a thing of Joy.
1t is solemn thing for any man to
win the love of a pure and trusting girl
a love that knows no boundaries, that
exists only for the one man in all the
wide, wide world, at whose heart it is
offered up as an eternal incense, and
that when turned aside from the object
of its alteration burns with even fiercer
flame 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 Esmerelda's love for him was
not an ephemeral fancy, but strong,
unwavering, OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
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 would, like the ripened
grain, be even more beautiful and en-
during than in the days of its lUsty
youth. 1t was this knowledge that
made the task of parting forever from
Esmerelda such hard one. But George
w. Simpson was a man in whose nature
there was q strong element OF duty, and
he felt that, no matter what present
sorrow might arise from such action, it
was best that the tie which bound them
together-the solemn, holy tie of
plighted troth-should be sundered,
rather than that greater grief, a more
blighting misfortune, should fall upon
her later in life. And SO when he had
told Esmerelda whispered the words
to her softly as they stood there beneath
the linden trees that soft, autumnal
evening, the signing wind that waited
the subtle aroma of corned beef from
the next house kissing the fair cheeks
of the girl and toying with the mass of
golden hair that sat upon her head like
a crown-there had been in his voice q
certain something that told the girl
more plainly than could any words that
behind the studied calm of his demean-
or, far back in the woodshed of his soul,
there was secret-a dark, fatal, flynn
the-cream-pitcher secret of which she
knew nothing. - .,a
.What is this terrible mystery that
enshrouds your action, darlingp' ask
cd the girl, looking up to him In the
dumb agony of an awful grief. Even
though we are to be separated forever.
1t seems to me that ] have yet right
to know what It is that has desolsted
our lives. Can you not grant this, my
last requestr"
mo-" he says, In voice that Il
hosrse with agony. II dare not tell
you" $3.50. ,...a
"But I demand an answer 10 my Suss-
tion," she said impcriously. a
He regards her 8 moment In silence
and then. just ~ he turns 70 60. she
CLASPS his arms and looks mp 70 him
with , pitiful pleading In hsr brown
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