Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1884-04-02
What Allied Him.
i do not doubt youp''


Esmerelda w. Pike spoke these
words in clear. ringing tones, but be-
7eath tho resonance Of her voice there
was faint quiyering-the mere sug-
yestion of y gob--that would have told
TO an observant listener the old. old
story Of a love. that was shattered for
srer, Of u beautiful air castle in whose
halls stalkcd only The dim specters of
1csolation and woe, and from whose
Eturrets great sorrow kept silent vigil
over a world that could never again
seem bright and joyous. DC q girl ever
50 proud in spirit he her. nature even
Of the stoieal, unyieldipg kind that can
bear disappointment and adversely
without = trcmor OF the muscles or q
quivcr Of the nerves. there is yet one
time in hcr life, one moment of supreme
sorrow and grief, when the sunlight ct
happiness seems to have faded forever
from the horizon Of her existence and
|sna hasA Pail -ofsan agocising doubt.
which has at last become a1errikle real
ity. falls upon the ghas;ly corpse of
dead love-a love cruelty murdered by
the one who above all others should
have cherished snd protected 1.-THE
man at whose bidding it has grown
and expanded like a beautiful flower
that needs only care and attention to
be forever a thing Of JOY.
1t is a solemn thing for any man to
win the love of pure and trusting girl
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
fame than before. and leaves behind it
only blackened ashes and the charrcd
corpse OF dead-and-cone affection.
George w. Simpson knew this; he
knew that Esmerelda's love for m was
not an ephcmeral fancy, but strong.
unwavcrlng, ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
while-I-am-reciting passion that would
gather intensity and force rs the years
went by, ana that when the autumn of
life had come would, like the ripencd
grain, be even more beautiful and en-
| during than in the days OF its lus,y
youth. 1t was this knowledge that
| made the task OF parting forever from
| Esmerelda such hard one. But George
w. Simpson was man in whose nature
there was a 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
toyethcr-the solemn, holy tie of q
! p.ighied irolh--should be sundercd,
rather than that greater grief, more
blighting misfortune. should fall upon
| her later in life. Aud so when he had
told Esmerelda-wilispered the words
to her softly rs 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 oI
golden hair that sat upon her head like
crown-there had been in his voice 3
certain something that told the cir
more plainly than could any words tina
| Lehind the studied ca IN of his demean
or, far back in the woodshed of his soul
/ there was q secret--a dark, fatal, flY-in
ihe-crcam-p pitcher secret of which shs
| knew moth ng.
what is this terrible mystery tha
enshrouds your action, darling?' ask
cd the girl. looking up to him in tn,
| uSout va oh d"iui GfcL
though we are to be separated forever
it seems to me that have yet RICH
to know. what it is that has desolatcl
orr lives. Can you not grant this, IN,
last request?'
NO" he says, in voice that il
hoarse with agony, Il dare not tel
you.''
But l demand an answer to my ques
ton she said impcriously.
| He regards her moment in sileDc'
and then, Just as he turns to 90, sh,
clasps his arms and looks up to hin
with p.tiful pleading in her BROW
eyes.
"For the sake of our dead loves" sh'
whispers, tell me-
| Bending over tho frail form Georg'
whispers in her ear one little word:
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