Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1895-07-25

pretty air of determination: This is
positively the last" As she spoke she
looked full at Jack, and for the first
time that day their eyes met.
She turned away her head and a
beautiful color burned in her cheeks
as she struck a vibrating chord on the
guitar. There was in her voice, too, q
tremulousness which caught the atten-
ton Of the listeners almost from the
first word.
We wandered lz tie shadow Of the pines, my
love and I
In spite Of himself Jack writncd on
his chair. The memories Of one event
full night grew vivid at those words.
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 brace1 himself to
listen.
We wandered IN the shadow OF tho 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 a shadow came between my love and me
Some hasty words we're spoken, and then al
most Unawares
Hasty answers 20 unthinlling anger Led,
And our heart-sick bitter longing, and our
weeping, and our prayers
Ne'er con make those false and cruel words
unSaid.
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 hin
confdentially if he were seasicl1.
Jack did not answer. In fact he did
not even hear. For now into Kitty's
voice there had come poignant note
oflonging 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 jeweled trinket in his hand,
And then he turned and tossed 1t in the waters
OF the sea,
Where the waves we're splashiRs idly on the
sand
He went his way unheeding the hot tears
could not hide.
He went his way aad not 4 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 life's 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 bi.ter G.s--ming but to cali aloud
your name;
1 sleep again to dream Of you once more;
And my stubborn pride has left mel admit
l was to blame;
Forgive me. dear, and love me as before
For the future IS o'crshadowed with the
darkness OF despair,
In the sky OF life loves sun no longer shines
And Ia 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 4 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 brimming eyes upon
him. "If hadn't wanted forgiveness
myself, she said, Il should never have
written that song"
Then with that indifference for APP
pearances characteristic Of great souls
in moments of exaltation, Jack rjssed
her in the shadow of the sails, and as
the relenting angel sheathed his 1aua-
ing sword, the lovers, hand in hand,
reentered Paradise. - Godey's Maga-
zine.