The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-05-18
AN ETCHING.

Both were in the prime of young life
noble, brave and true. He, aold and ag-
gressive, yet under the magic influence
or her gentle manner and warm love,
was tender, aye, her slave. While she was
beautiful, good, divine. Here two souls
with but a single thought, two hearts
that beat as one" were, in violation of
the ordinances of man, strolling together
in obedience TO natures divine law
AFTER running the gauntlet OF PHANTOM
shadows and mythical pursuers, they
paused beneath the wide spreading
branches OF silver maple, which stoou
ike faithful sentinel, kneelng vigil o er
their ag1tated secluslon. The sou pertumed
breeze from the pine hills was tanning
their huSned cheeks and kissing the new
haif-developed leaves and blossoms in
Hall, all nail, TO the rare poisoning OF
spring. The pale moonbeams were
struggling 10 lllume the Sompre shadows
OF the night, and were hindered only by
the pranks OF the playful clouds, as they
crossed FAIR Luna S FURNISHED disc, skip
ping hurriedly from rocky crag TO snow
capped peak, which pierced their thin
drapery, and kissed the sky, TAR above the
enchanting panorama, in the valley be-
meath.
With fond caresses, earnest, burning
VOWS of love were communicated TO her
from heart that was faint from a con-
sumlnS love and a vain desire TO take her
IN his strong arms, keep her, love her,
night for her, and, If occasion demanded,
die Tor her, his love, his idol, his queen.
His words were sweet music TO her
ears, and were it possible for her to for
get the decree which bound ana shackled
her, indivuality would have eliminated
IN the realization of Heavens happieSt
JOY AS 1t was, she remained firm, I'M
yielding, even cold. Though she was
panied, she was none the less pleased and
she thought she was happy Together
they beheId sweet love, sweet joy, sweet
ana sublime happiness, yet they tasted
1t not but viewed 1t with a silent, hope.ess
expectation. 1t was moment of feverish,
painful suspense; each inStinctiVely felt
the presence of pure, hallowed and sacred
love. 1t was mortal combat for SUI
premacy, between Love and supposed
Duty. The eye of Omnipotence, Loves
faithful friend, looked approvingly down
on their ecstatic bliss, and through nature
babe them drink the sweet nectar from
the golden cup, of the union of two loving
hearts. Yet through the power of her
imperturbable stoicism, they saw the
death pallor mantle Loves fair face as he
fell mortal victim, and saw his life blood
gush from this cruel wound inflicted with
the deadly lance, held in DuIys strong
unerring hand That which was so full
OF life, courage and hope moment ago.
now lies whitening, blighting, decaylng,
dying.
Years have passed since that fatal duel:
many seasons have come and gone. Time
has changed the once rich brown hair to
thin SkeinS of silver gray; the warm,
pink, healthy complexion to d scared and
Wr1nkled brown; the quick elastic step to
an unsteady, tottering tread. They have
been separated during all these fateful
years In the sunshine of a warm spring
day, again she seeks shelter and seclus-
ion under this same old maple, this time
alone, and in her reverie and dream she
thinks only of him, who alone has oc-
cupied sacred spot in her tired old heart,
all these weary years. True, her body
has been in the keeping of another.
known to the world as her husband: vet
to him her heart and soul have been
strangers; they have long since winged
their flight through space, hungering,
yearning, calling in vain for him, from
whom she was so cruelty separated in the
guish, Q, God pity and comfort her: for
she is one of your truest noblest
daughters.
As she sits in her loneliness and looks
up and beyond the clouds and wonders
if he is there, in tenderness and sympathy
approach her, and could you but gain
her confidence, you would see her draw
her once proud supple form to its fullest
height, and with tears bedimming her al
ready dim eyes, she will relate to you
the details of this sad story of love
lost; a broken heart; a life disappoint-
ment; dead, pulseess love And when
she has finally concluded, and is over
come by the excitement of her narrative,
with convulsiVe sobs she will cover her
tired old face with her crooked palzied
bony hands, and in anguish and despair
will bitterly moan, 20, if l could only live
Ply could haze been my lot. But no, it is
gone. Gone forever. l must waiti Wait
and search for him Over There Yes, /
will find him Over There" NJ. NJ W.