The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1896-05-21
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know am speaking to woman Of the
world, not to tho Esme of three years ago
But even irom your calm standpoint of a
woman of the world you are wrong. / ad-
nit that q mans love might calm down, )
as you say, even were IL ms strong as mine,
II he reached his goal, but the removal of
tho prize beyond his reach makes him long
for 1t more fiercely. Such at least Is my
case You see, dearest we feel so differ
emily. l could never bear to see you an.
other mans wife, and therefore | shall
never come near you again. You believe
that my love will cool down. know now
that It never will, and 1 prefer to end 1t at
its height, not to see 1t die n slow death
by the stages Of affection, regard, indiffer-
enoe."
END itp" said Esme. "What do you
meanY"
Il mean that after tonight shall never
see you again, according to your own
wish"'--
Arthur" sho broke in, "you misun-
derstand me. meant only until you could
see me without-without loving mo"
THAT will be never, DEAR" he said,
land as l am never to sec you again am
glad to have seen you for the last time as
liked to see you best, as l always pictur-
cd you in my heart"
"You are getting sentimental, :" she said,
with forced laughed. Your coffee will
be cold"
Arthur took the cup and poured few
drops from u small green bottle into it.
i Excuse me-" he said. "I had nasty
touch of fever few weeks ago and take
my drops In my tea or coffee like an old
woman"
Fever, Arthur" She bent forward
and looked at him. eyes, you look hag-
gard and Ill. l did not notice it this aft.
ernoon. wish you would not go back to
that horrid India. Why don't you take
more care of yourselfS Are you going on
to London nowS
"Oh, do not talk Of moi" tho man said
hurriedly. Tell me about yourself.
What have you been doing all these yearsY
Have you been in Ostond againS'
mo" she answered gently; IT never
cared to go back there"
"Then you really remembered and cared,
Esme" The pain in his voice was terri.
bio to hear, but he suddenly recovered
himself "This IL quite like one of those
evenings. We only want the music" he
added in different tone
A silence fell between them for a few
minutes. They seemed unable to talk ex.
cept on the subject they both wished to
avoid. Suddenly, as though in answer to
Arthur's wish for music, tho curtain on
| tho lower balcony was again drawn back,
and Paul do Jaerschky stepped out.
"Ah, no said gently, ION such n night
there Is but one song, mia cara, 4" and his
| glorious voice burst forth with passionate
feeling into that song-thc wonderful love
song that has touched SO many hearts:
"Have you forgotten, love, so soon that night
that lovely night in June,
When down the tide, so idly dreaming, we
| foated whore the moon lay gleaming3
| My heart was weary and oppressed with some
sweet longing half confessed,
When, like an answer to my signing, your hand
in mine was gently lying.
| o love- that last long look that met! Can you
forgetS Can you forgetH"
Esme bent forward with sudden OK.
preston of agony and buried her face in
her hand. My God, not that-not that r'
she murmured. A great trembling shook
tho man opposite her, but no restrained
himself, and, drinking down his coffee
with one gulp, he leaned back in his chair
with closed eyes. Meanwhile tho great
singer went on:
| Sui IibnV VI lONti CuhrIncu nlEnU OF juno
that night we vowed by heavens owr
moon,
That night OF nights our troth wo plighted fol-
| all eternity unitedi
Then first knew your heart, my heart, one
| life, one soul, no mC- 3 TO partl
| All, then said what e'cr botide us, no, death
itself shall not divide us
All, lovely lovely night of Junei Can you for
| get 80 soon-so soon"
"Arthur Arthur" crled Esme, kneel
ing down Beside him, IL have been mad
1 have been foolishl cannot forget
Love is tho one thing In this world
Rank, money, are nothingl ! do love
you l will wait! Why do You not speak
| lover" she cried as the man sat motionless
"Will you not take mo in your arms, kiss
me, say you forgive meY" His hand fell
from her grasp The truth dawned upon
her.-St. Paul's.