Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1888-02-04

n pile his first effort. Il ran in this way
o Know, dear maid, thou art fair TO see,
And as sweet a. the how'rs Of June;
And never vert thou so fair TO me
>, As tonight, meath the tickle moon.
Il Yet maid Of the hoaming, lustrous eve,
- Who sayest thou lowest me true,
A MY W love for thee tonight must diei
: For can not believe thee. Adieu!
. II think reflected the young man
ruthlcssly, THAT that will convince
I Miss Marion of thecruelty she has been
| guilty of" He affixed his initials To
it and in thirty minutes more had pro-
doeed the poetieal rarity destined for
lille. 1t was as follows:
sweethear; of mine, my soul is thine
My heart, my life, my all;
Nhen thy bright eyes upon me shine
Ihe skies above might fall;
For naught | see. or hear. or know
Save that my lot is bliss;
And, sweetheart | have loved thee so
Since first knew thy kiss.
with Il hand that trembled a little in
spite Of him he folded the two sheets,
addressed the envelopes and stamped
them. Then, before his resolution had
time to cool, he ran down stairs, LET
himself out at the front door and fairly
few to the post-oilice. The morning
was Just breaking rs he dropped the
two envelopes into the little slit in the
window that Served as a letter-drop. |
Then he walked slowly back to the
house.
As he disrobcd, the splendid por-
trait of Marion that stood on his mirror
seemed to gaze reproachfully at him,
ana IN two minutes the reaction came.
All his honest love for the d~isdainful
came over him like a food, and
he would have given ten years of his
life to have had those two letters back
IN his hand that moment. Marion
would never forgive him. Ec was sure
If it.
Not a wink of sleep came to his eyes
Is he lay dctiSing Il thousand plans to +
'eeover those foolish valentines. He
night 90 to the post-otiice and ask for
hehl but was sure the cross-eyed old 8
urmudgcon who ran the office would !
.o' give them up; and event if he would, =
nat would seem too ridiculous. i,
An! An Inspiration! He would call ON l.
lallon early, before she could receive 6
he valentine, beg her not to open it -
MT impIore her forgiveness for his =,
lurIlshncss of the night before. Yes. y
would do. 1t was now six O'Clock.
t eight he would 90. !,
How interminablc those two hours ',
.emed! But they did end at last, and y
? strobe forth once again, his face
pale in the gloom of the February ~
A walk of ten minutes s"'
him to Marion's house. Had ~
e arisen yet, he asked of the trim -
ant who opened the door. She did "'
vt know but would see, if he would
ndIy step inside and wait. Il"
Another eternity of suspense. But u,
nj, too, ended, and Marion came trip
~ down the stairs as radiant as a 'o
ohy, and-lorror of horrors.-hold- ="
IN her outstrctched hand his valcn- Nv
c-opened' The trim little maid
been to the post-otlicc an hour AGO w.
had brought it to her to read in ~
|, together with many others. NJ
gaspcd and grew very white.
'uld she order him from her pres ma
'eP No, she did not do that she '''
oct there blushing dcliciousIv and Wv
tlng affectionate glanccs first upon W
and then upon the fatal valentine. 'I'
at could it mean? ,o''
phlIip, dear she said, advancing ~"
ep, ''this is the sweetest valentine / WEI
+ had in my life, and you are pou
lIIlp chokcd down a sob and almost ~"
.ched the ilimSy sheetfrom her hand. ''0,
Re did 50 his eye fell upon the writ ,oo'
ana his brain roclcd; ii was yalen- "
No. ,, the one he had meant for lTHie, Pou
, "a flash it came upon him that
lad placed them in the wrong en- ,.,
peS-no, the right ones, bysall
was lurky "