Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-09-14
song. Well, in this case, she who has been
false sweetheart. proves false wife

q false sweetheart, proves false wife
If I was to leave my,husland dear,
And my two babies also
o where is it you would take me to,
fl with thee should goF
And the lover becomes the ayenger; together
they sail away on q strange ship, until they
descry the mountains of hell; and the lover
turned demon warns her of her doom.
And aye when she turned her round about
Aye taller he seemed for to be,
Until that the tops o. the gallant ship
Nae taller were than he.
He struck the topmast wi his hand,
The foremast VII his knee:
And he brak that gallant ship In twain,
And sank her in the sea-
"Will there be illustrations, sir?" asked
Vincent Tin humble imitation of Msisrie)
"And an edition de luxe? For that
imagine, is where my cooperation might
come in. Maisrie seems so anxious to help
and l should like to take my part too.
'tIt is a far cry to the completion of such
an undertaking as that" said the old man,
rather wistfully.
But Maisrie would not have him lapse
into any respondent mood.
you must not look so far ahead, grand
father" she said, cheerfuIly. "You must
think OF your own pride and satisfaction in
beginning it; and know you will be de-
lighted; for who can do it as we'll as Won?
And i! am so very mercenary, well, can't
help it; only 1 shall be all the better pleased
TO remember that you are being we'll paid
for your work. Supposing the kitchen is
my department?-Oh, very welll-Some-
body must look to that. 1t will be a labor
of love for you, grand father, all the way
through; and then, when the book is nearing
completion. just think of the pride you will
have in choosing someone, some distin-
guished person, for the dedication. It will
be far more your own work than merely Civ
ing specimens of the Scottish-American
poets; indeed it will be all your own; for the
ballads are only to be textsssas you say.
AND L think we should 60 home now, and
you Will look over some of the books. 1
don't care about the illuminations-not /.
Wnat Is the Lord Mayors Day to Vincent
or me-when you might be telling us about
Katharine Janfarie and May Collean9
mo, no, Maisrie," said he, as he rose
from the table. "Give me little time for
preparation. And we promised to show you
the streets Int up. And mind you wrap
yourself well, Maisrie, for the evenings are
getting cold now."
But little did Vincent Harris, as he
helped her on with her cloak and made
ready to go out into the dusky and glaring
world of London, foresee what was going to
befall him that night. He knew that
Maisrie was well-intentioned and kind to-
ward him; and that especially at this mo-
ment she was disposed to be grateful to him
in a measure that was out of all reason.
But she was still and always the strangely
unapproachable maiden; kind of respect
for her curious isolation chilled, or at least
rebuked, the very affection he felt for her;
he was conscious that tomorrow, the next
day, the day after, he might be separated
from her by something more palpable and
impossible than the wide, sad sea of his
waking dreams. He was glad to find on
this evening that Maisrie was so light
hearted, and gay, and hopeful; but somehow
he did not share this unwonted confidence
of hers. She seemed happy in looking
toward the future; he, in looking thither
also, was touched with dull sense of fore
boding; be did not see himself and her as
one.
And yet this was what happened. When
they issued forth into Regent street, there
was as yet no very dense crowd, though here
and there the front of great building
famed in yellow fire; but nevertheless
Maisre said:
mind we don't get separated, grand
father. Let me 60 between you two; and I
will take your arm on the one side and Vim.
cents on the other; and il we have OCCASION
ally to go sideways, we can always keep to-
gether."
"Oh, shan't let you be dragged away,
Malsre," the younger man said with a BIT
of laugh. "And if you don't mind, think
this will be better way of holding on TO
you" and Herewith be made bold to PASS
his hand underneath the hanging sleeve of
her cloak, and there he took hold of her arm
from the inside-rather timidly, perhaps,
but then his grasp could be frightened, if
needs were.
YES" said she, placidly, and she made
little movement as though she would draw
both her companions closer to her. "This
is very comfortable. Which way, grand
father?"
And so the little group of friends, knit to-
gether by many intimate interests and much
association, adventured out into the great
world of London that was all astir now " ith
a vague and halfsubdued excitement.
There was no need for them to talk; they
had but to look at the blazing stars and
feathers and initial letters, and to make
their way through tine murmuring throng.
There was no jostllpg; the crowd was en-
tirely good-natured; and if these three could
not always go abreast, then they went
for second or SO, and were not
separated. Of course, Vincent had to hold
Maisrie little more firmly now; his arm
was parallel with hers, and his hand had
hold of her wrist; and there was an intox-
icating sense of warmth as we'll as of close
in this mutual clingiug.
And so they slowly and idly passed away
down Regent street, we'll content with their
own silence and the brilliant sights around
them. Then little incident occurred. A
vehicle was coming along one of the
smaller thoroughfares they had to cross;
there was brief bit of a scrimmage; and
the better to keep hold of her
companion, slipped her hand from the
nuff that was slung round her neck, and
seized his hand, that was ready enough, be
sure, to respond. They got over without
further trouble; they mixed once more in
The vast, slow-moving assemblage-only he |
retained the hand she had given him, and |
hat with no uncertain grip.
1t was a wonderful, mysterious, secret |
thing to be happening in the midst of all |
this great, careless, dusky crowd. Her hand, |
that was ungloved, was soft and warm after
coming out of its cosy resting place; and it |
was not likely to get cold, when il was held |
80 tight, under the concealment of the hang |
ing sleeve. And then-well, probably, the |
girl did not know what she was doing; she |
was affected by all this excitement around |
her; it was 'Look, grandfather, lookp' from |
lime to time; most likely she thought no |
more of her hand being held than if she |
we're crossing meadow in the |
spring time with some care
less girl companion-but however
that may be, what must she do but |
open her fingers, so that his should |
nterclasp with hers! Nay, she opened
hem again, and shut them again, the better |
70 adjust that gentle clasp; and every touch |
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