The evening times., 1896-06-10
LOVERS.
(By g. U. NJ

.Maud-Mr. Tut, to see you"
The speaker was a sweet lass of sixteen
summers, whose face was all smiles. whose
figure was all grace. with every grace ac-
by her up-todate bicycle cos
tune. Few might have withstood her varied
charms: but not for her own dear, self was
Isnene most admired, but as the sister of
Maud Darlington, the belle of Bsmuth.
The silvery tones OF Ismene's voice have
tinslcd along the spacious hallway and up
the Louis Quatorze staircase to the bellies
boudoir; and now we shall take the novel
lists license and follow to the very end and
peep at beauty rare. Kissed of the breeze
that through the window blows, Maud
stands before the mirror, taking one last.
approving look at the seraphlc ioveliness
which marks her another Gree. Her head
is poised in a way that recalls Casey at
the bat" Her eyes-great liquid depths
that seem to toss and flash amethysts-
languish before her own gaze. Her lashes,
long and dropping. lightly touch the vel
vety cheeks-alas, how many wretched men
have wri;hed beneath those cruel lashes,
Her yellowlocksiie wanton about her shape
ly shoulders, like lambkins athwart the
glebe: her dimpled cheeks, like roliicking
oherubs. summon to her lips the yoyager
On the sea OF love-and. o, To be the one
10 reach that haven
All the while we have been fensting
upon this loneliness. Mr.. Theodore Tut
has sat in the rchIy-appointed drawing
room, jingling quarter and nekel in
his pocket. His summer time brow is
deep emotion is betrayed-but We digress,
and there is the rustic of silk upon the
the stains, the peeping Of shapely ankles
from under shapely skirts, and Maud
Darlington stands a living picture framed
10 the doorway,
The parior is refulgcnt with the witch
cry of her beauty, the buds on the wall
paper burst into fullblown, American
Beauty roses, while the prisms depending
from the chandelier softly, sweetly tinkle
"The Streets of Cairo"
The young man rises. He feels that
they're off, to use race track parIance.
His whole being is tremulous with excite
ment. He approaches the young woman,
and while with one arm he plays a long
shot," by urging her at the waist. with
the other he fans the air and gives her
the following English classic bouquet:
Maud, you're used to me. You can
guess me. can't you? We have rolled OH
our bicycles along the shaded paths and
beside the purling brooks until you seem
to he part of my own being and l a
part of yours. And there is no other girl
in this town-er-in this whole world that
I'd cross the street to speak to: but you
70 ha Ie - rfy
because-Oh, Maud, did you but know
how-how-how much l."
In the stretch thought the man, and
the suspense was terrible, as if the horse
ne had bet on had broken its legs.
Returning from the race course of our
wanderings, we find the young woman
sinking as a fraii craft upon 4 tumultuous
sea. Her willowy form sways to and fro
1pon the waves OF the mans emotion. Her
eyes gaze afar off into the future, her
dimpies play at hide and seek" yet no
word of mouth or pen.
Look at me with both eyes, Maud. is
it love or is it a toSs-up?''
Her lips are sealed, her eyes swim.
'You dare not trifle with an affection
such as minc," he said.
A pause,
"Speak
With her feeble strength she thrusts The
odore from her and sinks to the divan,
gasping. He pu rsues her EAGERLY He drops
u her side. She battles with him.
"Deny me notr' he cries. "Trifle with
my heart and it's death to US beth 1
swear itl''
With faint scream the terrified woman
staggers toward the door. My mother,
oh. my mother, help mel"
But Mrs. Darlington is not at home Still
trembling, she seeks protection behind the
portieres. Theodore ciings to her, his col
lar wet with emotion.
s'No, no. I will not let you go. You shall
be mine! Quick, your answer!''
Thro wing aside the curtains and dra wing
herself to her full height, with heaving
breast and Swapping eyes, with head thro wn
back and full arm outstretched, she points
TO tho door and commauds--
Leave me!' tand, 20 herseifl-"if die
for ~
Theodore TUFTS eyes bulgcd forward, and
he fell helpless into q chair. For few
nIomcnts his long hair flowed through his
hands, and he gaveit a dry shampoo. Then
he rose and walked straight toward the
door.
farming at the threshold he said. softly,