The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1895-08-01

seemed as II we would never reach home
Speaking cheerily to his mother, he went
at once TO his room.
Then knew should know all about it
for he drew me hurriedly from his pocket
and looked at me with such searching eyes,
There was look in them never saw be-
fore, such a wild, yearning look. tried
to make mine look kindly at him, and
think / must have succeeded for he whis-
pered, Dear eyes dark and deep as my
love for your
Then he told me how he had seen her
pictures paraded in the store windows that
day heading an advertisement for her ap-
pearance in her own native city, very soon
the following week, l believe.
He said the face seemed changed some-
how. She wore low cut DRESS her beau
tifully dimpled shoulders and arms laid
bare to the gaze of the masses.
He longed to draw the drapery closer.
The artist must have exaggerated She
never would have worn so immodest n
gown. shook myself little to let him
know felt sure she never would have
done so, but In my heart I was fearful.
Girls are so apt to let their vanity over
rule, and she was so beautiful-so beauti-
| full
1t was as much that as her voico which
had taken New York by storm, and now
she was to visit her native city.
The night of the concert was ushered in
by tremendous snowstorm, but in spite
of all the great theater was crowded, and
with the elite.
was there in the pocket of his new
coat. l could hardly catch note Of tho
orchestra, bis heart beat So
was proud of him, he looked so hand
some. 1 know others thought SO too At
least many girlish glances were cast in his
direction, but his thoughts were beyond
the footlights.
When at last she appeared amid great
applause, he was the only one silent.
But his gazo took her In from the crown
Of her charming head to the tip of her tiny
gilt slipper.
A dull red glow suffused his cheeks
where, o moment before, he was pale as
DEATH He set his teeth together and drew
In his breath convulsively. did not blame
him, for there she estood--charming beyond
words, bowling smilingly to the audience,
her sweet face daintily flushed, her eyes
glowing. There was an air about her en-
tirely new. couldn't quite make out
what 1t was, but somehow felt saddened.
The artist had not exaggerated. Her
shoulders and arms were bare, and what
little was hidden cleaned through the
sheer golden gauze of her gown. listened
In amazement to her singing. The rich,
full notes of italian arias or the sweet
English ballad fell from her lips like liq-
uid jewels.
She was literally showered with roses.
| At the close party of old friends gath
cred about her as she appeared, wrapped in
her long cloak of softest white fur.
He did not stay but pressed quickly
out his soft hat pulled low over his trou-
bled eyes.
pressed close to his side, foDit was
cold night.
think he must have felt the chill Bit
terly, for there were big tears in his eyes
when he reached his quiet room-such
tears as one sees in the eyes of children
when pierced by the winter wind.
Her visit was but flying one-one day
Of rest, and then away.
The night of her departure he called
upon her. The parlor was full of young
people, SO their greeting was merely q
handclasp
A few commonplace remarks followed,
then farewells were said and he was out
In the winter night again, recalling every
word she had spoken, even the infection
look in the dear eyes he fancied he saw
there.
Though maybe 1t was but fancy and SO
best forgot.
| He had not a spark of vanity, or he
might have known that there were few to
compare with him, poor though he was.
| l understood the look In her eyes better
than he. How her face lighted up when
he was ushered in; then, again, the look
of keen disappointment when he left her
with only touch of the hand.
Oh, these tiresome young peoplel How
they work at cross purposesl
| She, breaking her heart In the great
gay city, for the old life was so dear, so
dear, longing with infinite longing for
''the touch of q vanished hand"
What can a woman do but wait, though
the waiting be long and chill the hearth
| He with stern, proud face and aching
heart, plunging into his work, never rest
ing, every day finding him little higher
up the ladder, a little nearer the limit Of
his ambition.
was much concerned for him in those
| days, he was so unlike himself. saw but
little of him, for he seldom looked at me
now, and when he did 1t was only to speak
unkind words
Inc inOutn no always bnOuRnD SO Uenuer
he said now wore cruel, hard lines; the
eyes he always called SO true were now
treacherous ones.
was cut to tho heart; still, l felt what
he said to be mere words; he could not
mean them
One night when talking in this fashion
he dropped me ON the table, burying his
face in his hands; his sobs shook mo un-
easily. 1t was awful to see his grief. Sud
denly he sprang to his feet, bringing his
clinched fist down upon the slender stand
and cried:
"From this night shall be a man; l
will never Willingly give her thought
She never cared for me or she would have
made some sign.
"Silly fool that ami Let her gol" he
cried savagely, thrusting me into small
upper drawer, where 1 lay for many
weary day. seeing no one, utterly alone
and forsaken.
never saw him now save as he came to
the drawer for handkerchief touched
his hand at these times, softly and tenderly
rs I could for / wanted him to know 1
still loved him, and did not resent his
treatment.
Once or twice he raised me hesitatingly,
and dropped me again as II afraid to look.