|Paper||Iron County News|
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|Article Title||'Neath Cupid's Charm|
|Paper||Iron County News|
HEATH CUPnra CHARM. I hail quite successfully borno with tho demands of tt long nnd active day. had only n few moments beforo reached my comfottnblo olllco after a hearty ovonlng meal, and was so.iteil cozily thotuin. having thrown mtsolf into a position of case I felt myself fully justi-lied justi-lied in taking. There Is n sort nf abandon or feeling of license which conies with the evening even-ing over one who has battled strongly with tho rcqiiiicmtmts of uptofesslnual life, nnd this Is heightened, if anything, by tho ppcu iir satisfaction which follows fol-lows a wclMllIed stomach and the hal-lowing hal-lowing iiicuuo of a lino cigar. The mellow ras from my study-lamp intertwining, piercing, ami blending with the soft, ascending columns of bluish-gray smoke, which first reaches upward, then expands, nnd gently descends as a delicate cloud of security 1 nay nil this wins contentment anil with It n disregard fur tho sterner conventionalism con-ventionalism with which we otliorwlse, and !o almost constantly, clothe our-solves. our-solves. I felt such peace of mind come over me as 1 half ipcliuctl In my oas3-c!mir and blew tow aid the ceiling long, conical columns of fragrant smoke. Aiy fountain of thought was nil but stilled tliONptlugs of Idiatinn, for the nonce, couflui'd their wonted How. Yet not completely so, for my oo vtamlcicd somewhat uilh the liglitor oln of liicttbriitlon, first to ouo thing, then to another. Finally my tisloil rested for a brief porlqd upon aphntograph thollkeucss of a sweet one whom I eistwhllu counted count-ed dear and inoie. For an instant my iiinor spirit was glteu gladsomo tnugc. Quickly did my mind levort to a former tlmo and 'retul In what had been. I turned awa, however, and with the samo physical languldness still about mu I sttutehed forth my hand mid grasped a book wliosu "dog-ear" Indicated In-dicated an uncompleted pertiaal though I had often lead it befote. 'Twiutho oft-gleaued "Hovotlos of a Ilachelor," nnd I admit that the beautiful beau-tiful lines always came as a balm to the lncotnttons nf my hetitt which hud formeilv refused to kimtl heal. Well Into hnchelordoni was I now plodding m v way, though many times with no light or joyous heatt. Hut these words of a biother-biichclor gae mu a Mist ih'gtee of comfntt. it was this feeling this onso of seteulty - which came and added measure meas-ure lo In peace as I again took up the volume and began to (hit our Its ttnths. Yet that picture which looked so sueetl) down upon me--hiid bi ought up memories as. indeed, it had (lone man) t lint's bdfoie and these memo-lies memo-lies would not obey a stern "begone," but lluguied upon the holder Hues of less-holy thoughts. I tend on. hoping to dtown the recollection re-collection by sheet' force of dctotmiii t-tlou. t-tlou. Line after line I eagcily drank in seeking to obtain tho deeper erities which I felt ueio hulled tlioie. The light gleamed softl,, my cigar gave oil a thinner upward strand of ffgitinc(,althontrli the cloud nbno appeared ap-peared ilener. nnd a holy stillness as of the deeper hours euwraiit all. .M incs ntlll folloued the diuimlng lines, hut the words now came slowh 'find jet mote slowly. "1 wonder," thought I, as I tlinpped nsluop. "If a niairietl man with his freutimeut made actual Is, nfter all, as happy, tut happy, as wo poor poor fellow fel-low In our our dre mis." Hulk! what gentle wtlco was that? A rail came toward tue, homo upon the stillness of the night. I listened, for again the now elo.tiiu' notes sweetly touched upon my ear. "lienor! Heiioyi" now clear, distinct, dis-tinct, nnd Ihillllng. 'es. it was she. Yos. i'es. It win Madeline mv own tie ir Madeline. Garbed In delicate, llnwltig white, u new-blown iiiu of ovqutsltii tint at her bosom, nnd thine huge, liquid ojes tin own fully upon me, what could he ,liiv feelings but those of liitinitu joy? AVn had wiuidvieilnlong the banks of a'hiiighlngstieani; we had plucked the lialf-hhldeii wild llower fiom its iiiossv bed; we had watched tho gleams and, little dot of dancing sunlight , .. A iz lutfjHHHHHHl "imlnp through tho brighter inter- slices in the canopy above; wo had Jojed with them nnd sought their places tp occupy, only to have the glittering glit-tering beams pass across our chests nnd mako the plainer the ccstMln thrnbbings of our frames; wo hail caught the spirit which prompted the fiee-hitd to Its olToiing of song; wo had thrown kisses ut tho reflection upon tho surfneo of the placid pool; wn had grasped each other's hearts, as well as hand, and thildded on where all was peace, and lino, and beauty. That was but yesterday To-day! hut time Is nothing to us. It Is not'moasured. To us it is not a quantity. 'Twos but a moment ago I saw her, and yot you call It yesterday. Is her snlrlt not my snititP Is sho not with mu constantly? Though spaco forbid the oye Its feast, yet is tho mind not filled? Ah! Yesterday for worldlings: to-dny now anil to-morrow tho coming rtow for me. Sit hore, Madeline. I heard your loving call and my Iteart had played a rapid response. How beautiful vou are to-night! To-morrow! 'i'o-morrow! Ah! to-mormw mnkos us ono. Yet, mcthlnks, no word of mouth, uo holy liturgy, no puter essence of sainted sanctuary, ciu render closer our bounding bound-ing hearts. Oil! the rapture and boundlessness of Godglvcit level Come nearer, dear. Your hand feels cold; or Is It that my own isovorheatod from tho glowing from tho fovcr of uHoctioti within mo? Let us talk about our llfo not llvos. Have I attonded to all the details? Have I prepared the little homo? Why ask mo? Why think of such things. Thoy aro earthly. Yet jes, thoy are belongings. They aro a patt of tho wholo. although so material. Hut you were not with me when the Html touches wore given? Did wo not drape n little here? Did wo not change a chair upon ono side, and transpose a picture or two upon tho othor? Did we not take one long, glad suivoy of all cto we left, feeling that when wo again crossed that threshold it would be to outer our common home? Oh! what thoughts this word homo biiugs to mo! A homo I havo not known, save at your side; a homo I will not know.savo with you ever ns Its queen. Homo is your in usenco, wheresoever that may I:-- Lead me to the barren sands of tho stin-stricketi south; call mo to tho algid peaks of tho distant north; speak to me whon jottinoyliig on tho boundless bound-less wnsto of tho mighty deep, and I will follow on, fori shall ouly bo "going, "go-ing, going home." To-motrow has come It Is counted as to-day wo call It now. 'iss that day which has been sot for tho "consummation of our bliss" aa they call it. Ah! maybe. lint can siipteme joy bq added unto? Ilaxe not our huaus beat as one? Can nioro come from n'repoated vow? Aro wo to look for a greater love.a lovo wo have not known? It cannot be. Love cannot exceed itself. lint haik! The wedding strains bid mo "Come." "Cotno" to what? "Come" to the beginning? No. "Cotno" to the ontl? Nuver for there is no end. Such afTcctioti has no limit It knows no tormln.it'.Cii. "Como." then, to its holy plighting. Ah! well. Its holy plighting. Yes. I arise and critically scan mjself hi thu largo mirror. I give my tie just a little touch. I smooth out an Imaginary Imagin-ary wrinkle in my sleeve. I iemovu a little speck of dust which hnd somehow some-how found n rcstlng-placo on my otherwise other-wise imimictilatu bosom. Then do I feel ready? Yo. I was ready befote; jot. strangely, there seemed to bo an imlsiblo hand which tiled to lestrnln me which stiowi to diaw me back. Some balllod spit It sought to dolor me. Is not this a fioqueut evperlonco among those who thus aporuach the altar? Tho Impression, not nf (head, but of something you cannot fathom, desct lho, of name, fastens Itself upon you almost al-most commands oti not to advance. This Is cast oil, however, anil ou start forward upon the gicato-,t ofuti-tttrv ofuti-tttrv event of tour life. So It was with me nnd I loft my ih css-ing-room. passed to hnr side, and Mopped 'non ously boueath tho canopy ofllnwets wheto a lasting unity of hearts was to be pledged. A few words and her little, pcaily hand rested calmly and conlldiiigly In mine; tho magical ring was adjusted which helped to bind the sacicd compact; com-pact; then a few moio seconds and a olumo of congratulatory epithets wore showered upon us. Afterward tho rustling of fabrics, n quick slam to lho carihigo-door, nnd wo wore with ling o or ihu oeu roadway road-way lo our home. Theiu evei tilling Is hi loiiliuess not ouo essential has been o vol looked. I pissed to my room a comfort mv I wife promised lo allow me where I found house-j tekot and slipper awaiting await-ing me. A handful of now-plucked loses lay upon my table, while tho latest Ustio of a metropolitan dally reposed re-posed against n smiiklng-j ir, which was well Idled with my favorite brand lf rig.it , I glanced about me with a deep satisfaction, satis-faction, and gat e In ief scope In thoughts of the inany joyful, peaceful hours I should pass in thli cozy Utile retreat, for I hud thought that I should mime-times mime-times like In i ettirii again lu bachelor thrj for tut hour or two, just to benellt by the cDiiipailyon. by giiing myself to this one loom. I soon lellied from L , thoso quarters, and, upon descending tho broad stairs, was met by the swoct expression: "Oh, Hcrvcy! It docs not socra that sadness can eer come to us! How protty everything isl" Wo grasp each other's hands nnd piss from room to room, bearing tho proud persuasion that all is ours to enjoy, en-joy, and that all speaks of enjoyment unalloyed. The quaint little Horary, with books neatly arranged, and with a tempered glimmer of sunlight streaming through the hie clad window; thu dining-room, not large, jet affording space lor tho number wo expect often to have nt our boaul' tho large hall, where comfort is plainly suggested ou ovory hand; whllo snug nooks and corners nro met as wu glide on, stopping hete with an expression, expres-sion, nnd there with n look of joy. Wo wcie Just passing for, may haps, the twentieth lime the great paneled door lending to tho not ch without, when a violent, startllug knocking cuuie to our ears. Sweet Madeline convulsively grasped my arm, as If fearing some strange or ominous Intrusion. Again canio tho flcrco pounding upon the outer door. Somehow I could not inovo. Every muscle was llxod in n position of rigidity. rigidi-ty. I struggled inwardly for a power to advance. I tried to cry out against tho cords which bound me helpless. My wlfo still llnnly clasped my arm and much alarm was Indicated by her features. Again nnd like great volumes of thunder came the stokes upon the door, and as the last cchoos resonuded throughout the house nnd died away in tho far-off corners I gave forth one mighty, superhuman clToit again it the lcstrnlnlng monster, nud shrloked In tones of terror: "Como In." I then felt a cold draft of air upon my moistened brow nnd heard a grull volco exclaim: "I'loaso call at 1101 Mausford street at once. A lady Is dying." I rubbod my tjyes b'riskly, raised myself my-self to a sitting posture, found my left arm was "asleep" from a cramped position it had suffered, noticed my half-burned cigar upon a chair besido me, observed tha soft loflectlon from my dimly-burning lamp, and lastly, 1 caught sight of tho figuro of n man standing In tho doorwav nnd leering nt mo with n pair of wild ami excited eyes. " Hurriedly and loudly ho repeated his message, which was then comprchond' ed.