Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 November 1881 — Jennie Cramer. MIRIAM AND HER GEORGE. [ARTICLE]

Jennie Cramer.

MIRIAM AND HER GEORGE.

Ji 1 It I < ’ 7 1 From -LuVwWwJ itorat it llt ted in Chicago Tribune. -—.-zix X£.**s “I should - These Utteted iu b- half-rada-of w tariMed" vttto aud-toofcsd with eager wistful gase toward the west, where the setting sun was gilding with its expiring fays the gfeentopped bills and leather-hedged vales which lay Het Ween Jackson Hall and the great lake, oh tfuosfe bosom idly floated a fine fleet of lumber hookers. Turning quickly.from her contemplation of the golden rialb which the setting fitln .over the earth. Miriam Jackson spoke to her father, saying: »rt*Kgpeho tote evg- ’’ wm tto> rrtly, top i pkrtrer ingtmctiveiy station on the Northwestern road,” and springing lightly into into a coupe, which drove up to the door, he kissed his,hand to Miriam and was gone. “At last,” she said softly to her herself, “at last be has gone and left me alone —alone with my thoughts. And what are those thoughts? What can they be except of George, and my love for him—that love which has gilded my heart with Its bright, beautiful ravs of hope, as the morning sun gilds the Albathbnl Palace. Oh, George, without your love 1 should Indeed be a desolate sir!.’*

ben Miriam «he could go q Ute a c’fg. f • Over the closely-trimmed lawn, whose velvety »qrface gave forth no sound as bis feet pressed heavily upon it, came a young tnsu ■■ ■«strong, handsome fellow in the full flush,of straight flush —whichever suits theTeader best —of early manhood. Miriam did-not sea him, but the ftUthful watch-dog did, and £af*fe bohadiqj tath from his kennel,grabbing the young tflkU blithely by the seat of the pants, and galloped awMy In merry glee 'to the backyard wiih bh mouth full of gents’ fuiy ni-hi»g goods. Fort unatWy rot George W. Himpsob the Jocund day was swiftly waning, the gray-hoodea ntgbi was spreading ber sable mantle o’er all, including his pints. Stepping still more softly .over the lawn, be was on the porch andjseatediaaphpir before*Miriam was aware At his presence, and it was f>nlyewbcq Ae spoke to bes nufii ■ in thl> (Uiltiet tOn< flhat «n« ohly acquires by living in ChfflaMo anil trying to talk, while a ink h taking some vessels tbr.iugb the rtver,' that she knew,of his presence. Running quickly to Him, she fchelt by bis side, arid placing ber fair ’yiM’ijir Ws'H .fcloae to his.Wj: “isßywtf, darling?’* ; Geo'ge never deceived tt trtßlingi heart. “It is ma” he said, admitting LJi identity anq Jack, familiarity With Lindlky',Murray at toesame time. .MI was so awfully afraid you would not come,” continued th| girl, “and papa acted as if he never wOtitd ' go, and and truly I began to think that perhaps you had missed the train, and then again that ypu didn’t me a’. a>l, and evexapu eiyer -so many dreadful, horrid things that I was al* most ready to cry. But yt>u are here now, aren’t you, darling?” With a rib-cracking hug the young man testified to hit presence. Then looking tenderly iuto Abe. b'ua -eyes, and kissing fondly tub rtd lips, he said! “ArOMR| sure you iove me, Htlle one? pr 2 •.* Jr \ L/j “Bure I” eAyiirtled t!to;|ir), starting to her feet, you sure that you exist? AtefS sure tffat Thd sun will rise

George Bimpson did not reply. He I had Jived in Chicagojnauy vaara, auU. had long peUii’jg., ( h sU?e th "^’sure,” /dir planet that sblnes so brightly in the eastern horizon will be there whbn anolhtf day shall havb fun its couhb, so sure is it that rayJoae for you will never, can ifi>V£C, fade.adJult(il’C George likedltbis. He<dldUM know what horizon' _ 3neinft~lknd’ vhxtrlfle hazy about pldEteUJMatt LWben. Miriam talked about the day running its course be was at home. He visiUd a running course every summer, and generally mist teSt°hTr y hTSSd SdfH T to himself, and turning. Xu th* girl he; said: "And would you prove your love, my own?” "Wou'd L my darling? Try me; that is all I ask.” Bending low over the tiny pink ear, George Simpson whispered into it a few earnest words. A rosy flush suffused Miriam’s cheek as she rose, and MWOrd led George to her pork-packeT** Miriam had proven her Iver.