Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1895-07-18

Again he seemed to hear the weird
music of the rustling pines, and the
face of the singer grew misty before
his blurring eyes. 1t would have been
more delicate in Kitty, the poor fellow
reflected savagely, to select a song
without such illusions. But like all
else in this day of torture it must be
endured; and Jack braced himself to
listen.
We wandered in the shadow of the pines, my
love and I,
AS the wind was blowing freshly from the
sea:
But a sudden, ftful darkness stole across the
summer sky,
And shadow came between my love and me.
Some hasty words were spoken, and then al
most unawlres
Hasty answers to minimizing anger led.
And our heart-sick. bitter longing, and our
weeping, and our prayers
Ne'er can make those false and cruel words
unsafd.
The young man wiped the drops OF
perspiration from his forehead. He
was pale to the lips, and the girl from
Baltimore noticed it and asked him
confidentially if he were seasick.
Jack did not answer. In fact he did
not even hear. For now into Kittys
voice there had come poignant note
of longing and entreaty, and her guitar,
as if responsive to her mood, sobbed
out its ripping accompaniment:
He took the ring gave him. nor cast glance
at me,
AS he held the 1eweled trinket in his hand
And then he turned and tossed it in the waters
of the sea,
Where the waves were splashing idly on the
sand
he went his way unheedine tho hot tears ]
could not hide,
He went his way and not o word was said,
But my stubborn heart was breaking under
meath its mask Of pride,
And the pine trees sobbed in pity overhead.
The words were crude, the melody
simple; yet as the girl sang from her
heart she somehow touched those di-
vinest of LIES harmonies, which are
the inspiration of all the arts. And
more than one of the listeners found
their eyes suspiciously moist, though
perhaps they themselves would have
been puzzled to tell why.
/ wake from bitter dreaming but to call aloud
your name;
sleep again to dream of you once more:
And my stubborn pride has left mel admit
Twas to blame;
Forgive me, dear, and love me as before.
For the future Is o'ershadowed with tho
darkness OF despair,
In the sky OF life loves sun no longer shines.
And I'd give the whole world gladly, once
again to meet you there,
Reunited in the shadow OF the pines
The song closed abruptly, and Kitty,
leaving her seat somewhat hurriedly,
turned her back upon her still clamor-
GUS audience. Jack followed. and as
they stood in sheltered nook together.
his shoulder close pressed to hers, he
saw that her delicate lips were CULVER
ing.
Kitty said the young man, his
voice thick with loves sublime intox-
ication, ''can you ever forgive me?''
She turned her trimming eyes upon
him. ''H / hadn't wanted forgiveness
myself. she said, st should never have
written that song"
Then with that indifference for APP
pearances characteristic Of great souls
in moments Of exaltation, Jack kissed
her in the shadow of the sails, and as
the relenting angel sheathed his fam
ing sword, the lovers, hand in hand,
reentered Paradise. ~ Godey's Maya
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