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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Times, 1885-5-14, Page 2THE FOOTSTEPS OF DECAY,. Olt, let the soul its stnmbera break— A.euse its senses and awe Te see how soon Mite in ha glories glides away, Mud the stern footsteps of decay Oome stealing on. Mad white we view the rolling tide Down which Our flying ininutea glide Away so fast, Let us, the pleasant hour employ: And dream each fature dream, a ley Already past. Let to vain hope deceive the mind, No happier let ua !tope to flux Tomorrow thau today ; Oar video dreams of yiete were bright. Like them the pv'eseut shalldelight— like them delay. Ant lives like hasten:lig dreams, must be That into the engulfing sea Are doomed to fail - The sea of death, whose waves roll o1 ©,er king soil uingdom, crown and throuo, Aud swallow all, Alike the river's lordly tide, Alike the humble riyulet's glide To that sad, ware Death levels povertl; and pride,. The rich and por steep side by side Within the grave. Oar life is but a starting place ; lee is the running of the nue. And death the goal ; Teere all our glitteriug toys are brought, The Leith alone, of ell unsought, 18 found by ail, See, then, stow pans aha little worth Are all these gli.teriug toys of earth That tarsus here Dreams of a sleep that death roust break ; Alas ! before it biils;u8 wake. We disappear. Long ere the gawp of death can blight. The cheek's pure glow of ted and white Has passed away ; Jieach smiled and all was heavenly fair— Age came and laid Itis finger there— And where are that: Velure id the strength *bit spurned doosy, The steps that roved sulight and gay, The heart's blithe tone The etreugih is gone, the step is *low, .And joy grows wearis5me and woe Whoa age comes ort, !. TWO 19703 1 ZT. BI' FANNY DRISCOLL , ' Csww to tor. i em dying. ,Tung." 1�ou Ftasteru'e brow was knit, and Ito muttered rel very impetleut impre- cation under bis breath, as lie stood studying Inc telegram which had just been put to hie baud, "I thought that it was all aver and done with, Must we go through with it agaiu, I wonder 2' Aud then he took up a time.tablo and studied it attentively for a mo- ment. "Of gourde, a thouaaud milea in this beastly cold is a there nothing for a busy may ! That's understood. A woman's caprice must be gratified at all hazards. My aroh-enohautress isn't dying any more than I am, but I suppose I must go.' Glanoing hurriedly through the mail on hitt desk, lie then picked up, from the millet of commonplace, prat tical, business -like looking lettere, a slim, satiny enyelope of palest pink, with a faint perfume clinging to it. hie whole face softened and his hand shook for a moment as he eagerly opened, and read the few lines. 'My little itliguon 1' he eaid gently. 'But his Iittle Mieuou did not keep him from taking a journey of a thoas- atnd miles to see June Heatherton, to whom he had been betrothed a year ago ; with whom he had quarreled fiercely over som6 palpable flirtation on her part ; from whom be had part- ed in bitterness and pain, and yet with a half.relieved feeling in a corner of his heart. Six months`she had teen reckless, se a man sometimes will when a wo- man has been false and untrue in any particular ; and then she had written him, proudly, tenderly, 'saying that, as she had sinned, se must she be supplioaut--in her auger she had said she did not love him, but now she knew better ; she would never love auy one else—would he not come batik to her 2 But this he had declined, politely and firmly. Now that it was all over ha knew he had never loved her, and that it was a most fortunate thing that he had found it out in time. Her grace, her beauty, her wonder- ful fascination had thrilled his blood with a rapture that he thought then was Love, but it was enly her false twin sister. Love had come to him, indeed, but it was a later guest, and then a sweet faoe ~ leaned to him through the shadows, and its purity and tenderness blotted out the warm Summer beauty of June Heatherton from before his vision. Yet, a week later he was in her presence. 'She evidently still lives !' he mur- mured, sardonically, as he entered the magnificent hall of Heatherton, pater, in which no gigus of mourning fluttered. A moment later June entered the drawing.room, where he waited, feel- iug very much like an accomplished chess -player after a close long game, with "checkmate" still, in doubt. Ah, yes, she enuld stir evert hisu-. believing cold heart. in same soft, white wooled rleglige that clothed her from foot to throat like snow, with her golden hair caught in a oarelees, criulttieg maer low down on her Beck, with, her lips scarlet and dewy, and a deep light in lies desky eyes, she came swiftly to i hihn--tile white arms wera about_ hie throat, the sweet, warm lips against 1ttu, ed waft!«' 't'4fy love ! my love!' she murmur - And certainly Don Ea$tern was not the kind of man to let the mein• ory of a little ceiguop prevent him from holding a beautiful, yielding form eloisly in his arms, and return.• ing clinging kisses: with iuterest, when snail a rare opportunity offered. I question if there are pasty men that wauld. But for all this, propitious begin- 1 ping, Den Eastern went back to his own home * teeek later, aa free as, the day wheel be left it. He atone knew of the tears she bad ehed ; he atone knew thea *he had thrown her. self et ttia feet in alt her exgeteite, gleaming beauty, and begged thin to take her back to hit heart, with all the despairing passion that a roman like her eau feel when she sees the man that was once her abjoot slava beyond her malt, Whet wa4 the pride competed to the desolation that sweet over when elle realized that the heart she had ' trifled with wail hers no longer, when i isles bed learned to prize it meet ? Aud he went back to hie little dig. nee, whirs collet, pure face was be- fore bila through all hie journey in I the 'bitter Winter cold. A dainty little missive aouttl be awaiting him—the last week or two I would. drop away frnm hila then. But to his intense Miami tinttnaut, no letter watt hare ; he ouly waited to grant this fact fully, and to fre-hen up after hie tiresome trip, were once more he eter.ted nut, It wee a very ditTel.ttt woman to June Heatherton that greeted hits et the end of this journey. Not tall,nor' volnptuone, nor panteionate ; but ffower.sweet and fragile, with dream int; eyes and a 'tweet month, stet a radiant smile. A faint flush stole into her (thee co as she carne quietly to him and laid beanie in his outstretchedoues for a brief moment. She did not riven see the love aid longing in hie eyes, and theu he took her iu his arms. 'longer,' e of r la waitno ! t e O r can i lz r tr $ , 1, said, earnestly. 'Say you love me. She looked up into his faoe a little startled, and trembled like a bud the wind has shaken too roughly ; but found a nate lose to fillher heart, whoa auother letter came. She had tiied to love bar ttu8baud she had imagined, if she were war- ded to'eo)aie good mac, she conk! far" •Brilli'tnt 2' 'No,' 'Wealthy 2' gat her wild love for hies. But it was 'What is she, then ?' in vein, awl <be wit% the most. miser- 'An auger, whose gat metria it in a on tlin ablettl tnothiug f tow a the earth, I*Iiguoim It profauenoti to She looked N oh u• Ile st►wouderiugty antl ' would only grieve her, and she was siglled heavily. loo white and innocent to know e►1y. 'Own I seg her 2' tieing of ditch etoriny tia4'lione. '1 am sure 1 do not know. you A tided letter maw, and a: fourth, 1 may irosail,iy meat her et, sows party Phokard'e, where he ie prepared to malts and he he,an to be seriously auuoyett, or something.' all kinds o: ordered work. whet* one city a little note came from 'Are y'u going to hear Modjeska to-ilitorrew fright ?' Sewed work a speciality. 'Wer,' 'With her B.eliairing promptly attended to. ?' Coo ") \/E 11141$013. Wishes to attllounce to the inhabitants of Exeter and vicinity, that lie has opened out a Boot aid Shoe Shop in the 4ornex Store North of BamweIl Juue—Mres Is ugdon—aayiug •lie was in town viol ing her ei.ter ; would he not call ? In hie perplexity linen are such stn. WO he went to Mignon. He talc her Mrs. Langdon was in. town ; and that Mho bad written Iti.n to call. Should lie do so ? And then to her gttestiona ; No, she was not happy, cirri she hail' not yet learned Le love ber husband, wpato abe had married in one of her freaks, l art yours 1 Ono you not give me a but to time, perhapp--- - little love in return ?' And poor little Mignon, with a very lie lilted her up gently. sore heart and e enIm faoe, told him 'It ie too tete to ask that hour June. to go if lt+t wieebed, 11 would be only Try and forget you ever tweed any oourtoyy . She had seen Jane's picture, end the bnautif'll eorcere:+s face was s mot- thieg to remember—the sweet .split• ing lips, the laugnid, dark (lee, the pearl softneei» and fahruese. Often. when she wits nestled in her lover's arui't, the tit"phut would «teal to her that that beautiful heed bed lain where tier"'t wits now ; that bid kls.e"1. lied been prrarod upon another, r^eti. der lips, and she felt ht little pang. as, a loving jealous heart will, for there le little love in thie wo►1•a that does she did nut btrive to leave her prison, acd, after a pause which wits breath - leen and terrible to Don Eastern, site said, gravely and sweetly '1 love you,' 'My angel 1' be said passionately. 'I am not worthy of you—Nat worthy to torch your hand ; but 1 love you so, little Miguou, 1 shah make you happy.' Aud she laid her cheek against his, perfectly happy and truetiug and con- tent, deeming him "the goodliest m That ever among the ladies ate in Hall, And noblest." 'I believe so.' ''Then I «hall see her— Oh, toy God 1' Site caught her breath sharply, cud felt dawn at hie feet in all her exquie. ire boauty.. 'Can you never, never love me again. Dou ? My life, my soul. it ie one but your husiiand. Believe me, you will be happier. No tete oeu mare bitterly regret than I the misery of our paid. Let 08 begirt anew.' But she threat him away front iter wildly, and bade him to go, if he did not witilt her to fall deed at his feel, So he went array sttdty, a x w * (To be Continued.) Walkials Doesn't Like Such Dreams. not well; ihaual•iti hand with jealousy, It is all very well to talk about a per- Evansville Argue. feat trual. noble oble 0"1"54""' but " titin is the nineteenth ooutttry,a d one What n itundar I1 the tnalter cited be vain, and arrogant, and self now, Ser lkia. ci 6 \1r, iVikius has jest baso awakru- autiioiettt, indeed, when no doubt ever oreeps itt of one's neon power and fasciustinta when intent egainat ate voice, acid lienee is oot to the best of oras"e. humor, June Lttugdou bad wemdth, beauty "Oil, I've bad anch au awful dream, and pavilion, Miguou had twice her Peon:dos," said the wife of his bottom, intellect, and tenderness, and capacity dexterously planting the solea of her for pain and eelf•aaorifice and love. feet in the small of his back and thus Ju'.e was a lnttgnificant cactus.bloe- thoroughly arousing 1nm. sour, ecsrlet Land gold, and subtle ; "Ouch !" shivered Mr. \Vilki.ns. ell by uuudry pokes in the ribs and the sound of it :brill yet sadly familiar Strangely enough, be told her all about June Het,therton. He did no- thing—not even his long journey last week—and Mignon's faoe was shad- owed for a moment. 'Did you ever love her ?' 'No, my darling ; I thought I did, but I know better now.' 'She is very beautiful 2' 'Yes.' 'And site loves you ?' He bout down and , kiased her but did not answer. 'Are you sure—quite sure—that you love me ?' 'My blossom,' he murmured, with infinite tenderness, 'if you arenot the other half of my soul, I pray God I may go to my grave bereft.' 'But you would have married her,' she said, after a little. 'I don't think Fate would have been so cruel, knowing my little unknown Mignon was my rightful portion. Ile. member, dear, 1 did not . know you then.' And she was silenced. -- * * ;t Three months later Don brought her June's wedding -cards. 'You see, dear,' he said, 'that she did not love me.' But in a day or two came a mad letter to him, written by June on her wedding.day. And Don Eastern was sorry, indeed'; for June Heatherton, despite her coquetry, was a girl with a really fine nature. She was good and noble inmost things, but this un- reasoning love seemed to have over- whelmed her, and swept her off her feet. . He said nothing to Mignon. He destroyed the letter, and did not an- swer it. He was beginning to hope she had Mignon was a fair day -lily, pallid and fragrant and petltttve. And men have aitch an unfortun- ate ,veakoess for tropical flowere, they uauuot p>tes diem by carelessly or ata.. oonsaiuuwly, even though they !lave already plucked the lily and laid the frail penile above their hearts. she white flow' r brought out all the beauty of Don Eaetern's soul, its chivalry and teetleruass, its belief iu the good and true, its higher impulses and aspirations ; but he could not ignore the eoarlet brilliant cactus - bud ; it daneed its blood to flow fast. er, it gave a new zest to living—for an hour. lligraon was his ealnt, his nun, his good angel, and he loved her truly, with alt ,be high love a man of the word can ever know. He reverou"ed her for her womanly goodness and truth ; he trusted her ass he never supposed he could trust any one, She rested him and soothed him uuepenk• abiy. Aud little Mignon loved him with a strange power and iuteueity that was the very breath of her life to her. But he went to see Mrs. Kangdou just the same. She came to him more royally beautiful than ever, with eyes more lustrous and filled with a starrier dusk, with redder lips and a deeper flush on her delicitte cheeks ; her gar- ments clung about her lissome form, a faint, mystic perfume rose from her laces—Circe, indeed. He stood up silently and gravely but she laid her head on his shoulder and drew his lips down to here. She had once beeu delicately reserved,and high and proud, but a mad, unthlnk• ing love had changed her strangely. And, married though she was, this man, Dou Beater?, held all her soul iu his keeping, and with a tropical nature like hors love is everything. She would have preferred heaven and the "lilies and the langaors of virtue' ; debarred from that, she would take hell and the 'raptures and roses' of a love to which she had no shadow of right. Byand•by, she said, 'Don, you love some one ?' He bowed, with a deep look in her face. 'Not ole—you do not love me !' she said impatiently. • 'It is some one else, some one I do not know—tell me • "And, oh, 1 eaw such awful eights!" • ooutillueti Mrt. W. "I thought 1 wits placed in my coffin and that you stood aroutitl weeping fit to break your heat't." "Oh, hum!" groaned Mr.Wilkins, "Aud then f. thought I was trot away in the ground, and it was eco I colt!, Partalus, oh, so cold! Throuli it ail had perfect ennecionshess and feeling, but no way of letting it bo known. Ob, it was the most horrible dream I ever had!" I Mrs. \Vilkine shuddered, and Mr. W. groaned audibly. His wife, some. what surprised to see him manifest so much feeling, snuggled up close and said: "You would be sorry to luso your dear little duckey, wouldn't you, darl- ing ?" lv1r. Pectolus groaned still the loud er. "And he docs love his little wife, don't he?" . Mr. Wilkins said not a word, but his groans weed fearful. "And be doesn't like her to have such !horrid dreams?" 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Alger &Co., Lowell, Mass. Sold by all Druggists. Wt t dl Th with that 1885. 1Iarper's Magazine. 1LLUSTATED. ., con en a y. en, voracious appetite women have for praise, she again asked: "And why doesn't my Pactulus like his little Jovoy to dream such dreams?" "Because," said Mr. Wilkins, with terrible distinctness, "dreams, con- found it, always go by contraries." "Yon great, unfeeling brute ! Boo- hoo!" And no sound drifted athwart the solemn stillness of the night save the fitful tones of Mt s. W.'s hysterical weeping. He Wanted the New Kind Vow. Kentucky State Journal. Paddy Murphy was induced to go 'to the cow market yesterday to buy one of "the new koind of cows' After looking through the lot he winked at the proprietor of the sale- yard, slying saying: 'Whist 1 Come here. I want to get wan of thim koind of cows.' "Alderney?" "No, eor ; not that." about ber !' "Ayreshire?" 'My dear June, could a man ever 'No ; nur that either.' find room for two women in his heart, 'Holstein ?" when one of them was you ?' 'No, eor ; it's a new koind of cow 'Tell me about her',' she said stead- a great butter eow ; phwat's the divil fly. 'I have not loved' you all these it's sane it is now—oh, yis ; I have it years, Don Eastern, without learning —whist--'owlymar garine'.' every phase of your mood. Does she live here ?' 'No, but she is visiting here at pre. cent.' 'Is she beautiful ?' Then Ibe men cold him a cow whose milk didn't require thinning down,' with the promise of sending instructions bow to make oleomar • garine later.• With the new volume, beginning. in Decem ber, IJARPER's MnO4z111B will conclude its thirty.flfth year, The oldest periodioal of .its type. tt 12 yet, to each new volume, a new magazine not simply because it presents fresh subjects and new pictures, but also, and chiefly because it steadily advances in the method it- self of magazine makine. 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