Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-03-07
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LurliIle Neversipk WAS even more
beantif IN than usual as she stood il, tho
soft, low liig at that streamed from
the chandelier pverhead, and looking
down fpndly upfoon her, George wv.
Simpson felt that TO wreck forever the
happiness ef, her young life, tc plunge
her soul into the. turbid depths Of 1des-
pair and hold It there BY the heels,
were a acrine than which none could be
more black. He knew shat this girl,
whose weird, passio onate nature made
her heart q Lutte forfeYery passing Joy
or grief toplay upon. had given to him
7 Ethesone best love of a Woman's life
her axst. Fl was something to be ten
t.erly proud of, this love-somethingi
not 40 De worn lightly on the sleeve
whore all might see it, but tucked care
fully away in the woodshed of q mans
soul secure alike from carping criti-
cism or cruel jest. And yet as George
WI Simpson gazed tenderly into the
dark. Nstroas eyes that were aglow
with f6pefak expectancy, he felt that.
the maelstrom of passionate alteration
into which Lurline ;;Neversink had al
lowed herself to be drawn would one
day cast her young heart bleeding and
torn upon the jagged rocks Of bis re-.
fusal. 1t was a terrible, maddening
thought, and it came with awful force
to George as he stood in that palatial
mansion, his feet sinking into the vel
vet carpet until he was in danger of be-
coming cock-ankled, and heard the
words with which this chapter opens. J.,
Bending tenderly over the girl, George
kisses her in chaste, New Haven,
Conn, manner, but does not trust him
self to answer in words the fateful
question she has asked. And then they
pass into the music room, which is sep
arated from the hall by g. portiere 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, filed inches, while over the low
mantel hung q full-length portrait Of
Maud S. No word was spoken until
Lurline had seated herself at the piano,
and then it was simplya request that
he hand her certain piece of music.
AS he stopped forward to: comply, the
outlines of his face were brought into
strong relief against the ruddy back
ground of his left ear, and Lurline
gazed at him intently. His was such a
countenance as one sees in old Italian
portraits, in some Vandykes, showing
power strangely blended with passion.
His mouth, beautiful as woman's,
with it's smile generous and rare as
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 BODIED no good to
square mead 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, see
ing that George was not at her side,
she turned to the taatteuiL at her left.
There he lay-dead in all the proud
grandeur OF his glorious manhood,
while on his forehead fell the ''golden
lawning of grander day" He had
died at the moment when he was pass
ing the stone that marks the loftiest
point on life's highway-died where
manhood's morning almost touches it,
and while the shadows were falling to-
wards the west, The mellow light
from the chandelier stole into the
hushed chamber of death and wan
dered over his stately form that lay
powerless and stricken, over his. noble,
handsome face, telling, even in death,
of the deathless love he bore her.
He had forgotten to plug up his ears.
-CAtctego TrsIe1ne.