Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1886-06-08
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A LAKESIDE MUSING.
A PRETTY ROOM 1T WAS, WARM AND
RICH IN ITS coLoRINes.

A PRETTY ROOM 1T WAS, WARM AND
RICH IN ITS coLoRiNGS.
Presently There Camo TO Arthur Aims
Woman's Dress-He Said, in Tones
HUSKY with Horror Etc.
Natalie, my darling, Arthur is here
The girl, a tall, lissome creature, with
great violet eyes in whose dusky depths
many a man had sought to read his fate,
rose quickly from the fauteuil on which
she had been lying when her mother
spoke, and paused for a momen ere she
entered the apartment where Arthur
Ainsleigh was pacing nervously TO and fro.
A pretty room it was, warm and rich in
all It's colorings, n as a great shaft Of
sunshine streamed through the oriel win
dow its golden brilliancy was 80 softened
and mellowed by the tinted glass that it
fell in subdued radiance On statue and
vase, on painting n drapery, seeming at
last to lose itself in gentle blending with
the bright les of an oriental rug which
lay In front of the fireplace.
10 the westward, where in summer
stretched away in gernal beauty the lawn
that was such an attractive feature of Cy-
clone grange, there was little to be seen
q q great expanse of snow, across which
a pleasant woman. with a bundle of fagots,
gathered in the neighboring copse, on her
back, YEARLY trudged. A broken saw
buck that stood out gaunt and haggard
against an IMPLYING sky was the only
jarring chord in an otherwise perfect
symphony.
Presently there came to Arthur Aims
leigh's off ear the soft frou-frou of q
woman's dress, and an instant later
Natilie Neversink, tall and stately as a
lily, In all the virgin beauty of her bud
ding ~womanhood, stood beside the only
man in all the wide wide world that she
had ever loved, and with a tender grace
that was beyond compare gave to him
with the wine-red lips that o'erhung her
dropping. sensitive mouth q r%apturous,
clinging, do-not-move-orlyou-will-break
youy-halter kiss that came like a reyela-
ton to this man, who had spent nearly all
of his life in Boston.
And then the girl, placing her soft, white
arm c~aressingly about Arthnr's neck,
looked up to him with pleading eyes in
which the mists of sorrow were fast gath
ering, and ere he could speak there glist-
ened on her damask cheek a tear-the salt
and silent emblem of a CHASTITY horror that
was haunting her life and that had COW
cred the erstwhile rose-tinted horizon of
her girlhood with the black pail of an over
whelming SORROW.
u had, such "a terrible dream last night,
darling, ">.tt said, seeing il sis eyes the
thoughts ,tibaG his lips had not uttered
such a weird, eerie dream, that ever since
1t came TO me / have thought Of nothing
else.n
What is itp" he asks, drawing her more
closely to him and fondling in lover fashion
the coronal OF fluffy hair that nestles so
confdingly against the upper left-hand
pocketof his vest.
i dreamed. " the girl continued. athat
while 4 was sitting here in the parlor
n bitterly cold day in the winter.
when the wind was moaning over
moor and through void as if to chant a
monody for the souls of those whose lives
its fierce embraces had taken away, there
came to me a cupid fat and rosy asI had
so often seen him depicted. but wearing
about him u curious garment. 1t was q
linen buster, and, strangest of all, it was
trimmed with fur, white in his hand the
little god held j~atintily a silk hat. He
spoke no word to me, and when / asked
him why he was SO queerlY dressed i
awokes Was it not strange, Arthur
Yes" the man replied, land the vision
BODIES you no good. 1t is an ancient belief
that when a maid sees Cupid in her dreams
he will in some measure assume the out
ward appearance of the man whom she
Wfltwed. Dost believe this, Natalie?s
Aconvulsive shudder and a closer clasp
ing of his hand was her only answer.
"Methinks can interpret the vision,,'
he continued.
ssDo so,'' was the reply.
You say tina. Cupid wore q dusterao
Yes
"a linen dusteri's
Yes
Trimmed with fur?"
Yes
mo shoes on his feets"
None
And he had a stovepipe hatr"
Eyes"
ssIt needs no sibyl,,' said Arthur, tto
read this riddle. The answer is plain"
What Is itan she asks.
Bending telderly over her, he says In
tones that are husky with horror:
You will marry III a~cter!"-Chicago
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