Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-05-15

Anne, Frank, or me-when you were lying,
Helpless, that hideous summer night, And
You will not speak or stir o, Reginald
Must say yeverything-and more-and you
Regi,,ald-My Iovel Mabel! What canI,
| MdbeL-Say
| just that again.
| Regi1dtd-HOw can It bef
| Ma6ei-My love-
How could it be?
RseEg,t,1'aaid-Hqw eE,i have deserved
| Mdbei-How can tell your Do you tell me
NOW, what you would not tell Franks
Regindld-You know
need not tell you.
Md6ct-Tell me, though.
| Regindld-I thought
BetwDn the shoots and swoonings, OF and
How hard it was If anything was hard
when one was dying for England, not to
Mabel. when 1 could see the stars. 1
How sweet it was to know they shone on
her
Asleep OF waking, hero at home I thought
could have wished, and should not wish,
to send
To find her here and clasp her close and
say
What could never-how much had loved
her:
Then
thought how base and bad a fool was
To dream of wishing what would grieye
her. Then
I think fell asleep.
Mnbet-And that was all,
Redgie?
Reginald-And that was all, Mabel.
Mube,-You did
You did not think, If she had known-if
She
Asleep and dreaming here, had dreamed OF
What love she would have sent you back
Yours-now could She be worth TT Did you
See, as you lay-know, as your pain sank
down
And died and left you yet not quite
How past all words she loved your Reg
inald!
You did not?
Reginald-How should have dreamed OF
I'm not a saint. Mabel.
Mdbe-And what ami
Who ask man what, being the man he is,
He will not ask me-and am not ashamed
Regindtd-You are more than ever a man
whom heaven loved best
Saw shining out of heaven in dreams
more dear,
More wonderful than angels. How you
Care for me really and truly-care for me,
1t beats my wits to guess.
lHdbel-1t's very strange,
Of course: what is there in you to be loved?
Regfnatd-There's many a true word said in
jest But you!
Why, all the world might fall down at your
And YOU not find man in all the world
Worth reaching out your hand to raise. |
The best luck never finds the best man
They say; but no man living could de-
serve
This
Mabel-well. you always were the best to me;
The brightest, bravest, kindest boy you
were
That ever let girl misuse him-make
His loving sense of honor, courage, faith,
Devotion, rods to whip him-literally,
You know-and never by one word or look
Protested. You were born a hero, sir.
You used to take my faults upon you. How
loved you then, and always! Now, at last
You see you make me tell it: which is not
AS kind as might be, or as then you were
ReoinaId~I never was or could be Fl t for Won
To glance on Or to tread ON. You. whose
face
Was always all the light of all the world
To me-the sun of suns, the flower of flow
The W onder OF all Wonderland your smile
The light that lit the dawn up, and your
A charm that might have thrilled and still
ed the sea
You, to put out that heavenly hand of yours
And lift up me to heaven. above all stars
But those God gave you for your eyes on
earth
That all might know His angel!
Here is the dialogue between Mabel and
Anne after the latter has learned the truth:
sure
cannot tell you, Mabel. All your thoughts
vnn n |
Whose perfume makes the roses coarse
And how then could tell you how to
thank
God? He has given you something
thought or truth,
If truth and thought are not the same
which &C..
Cannot, you know, imagine.
Mubel-Ah, you Will
Some day, and soon-you must and will
4nne-I doubt
That. Can the world supply ME, do you
With such another RedgieT
Hdbek-That's not fair
1nne-I must put up with something second 1
Frank. for example-if he'd have met No, |
Dear Mabel: be content with happiness;
And do not dream it gives you power to |
Providence, or a prophet. Is he not
Waiting for you-there, by the hawthorns
And, certainly, not wanting met
fdbel-He is!
told him not to come and wait for me.