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sYou oushtn't to make me; but You may, II
you will" r r.,urn hem.
Must I. now I" inquired, hambly.
"No wait till we get IN the house." she re-
p,ieS' very, very softly.
There were hall. a-doxen or more ladies and
rem tl<men in the parlor. but the chimney pro.
,ected out into the room aud on one side OF il
there was deep window. never would have
thought Of the place but You know W hat tern.
inins instinct Is. We sat on the window sill
completely ont OF view Of every body, and
1t was not kiss; II was a salute, pure and
holy to both Of us. II was not sweet il did
not thrill, 1t had no earthly faint. could MOI
speak, nor she. My heart was bursting with
that sense supreme OF immortality which rove
in its perfection alone imparts went qockay
and silently forth into the night, for only SOIL.
tude and the starry spaces could contain ule
then. II was the first, last only MSS oIa
ever gave me. God bless her for ii! IL was
more than deserved.
How sinful. how worthless Is man! was
NOT ten days parted from sara Dsao.e al III
trepid, fiaxen. haired syren, gave me dare,
which l was too cowardiy to refuse We
Joined hattie. but on whose lips victory perched
j. would be hard TO say
Here let me In terrupt my story 70 say word
or two concerning u matter which has trou-
bled me as il has troubled every man that ever
lived. Come. my young friend, own M hon
estly and confess that In the silence of your
yourself for fool for not taking kisses you
might have had by simply displaying q little
maniiuess and audacity. Don't the loss OF
these kisses sometimes seem irreparabie Life
itself appears to have lost much of its charm
because Of this folly OF yours, eh You'll
never forgive yourself, Tor it, Will you!
As for me- never think about the time
when shook hands with Ella and she stood
ON the platform waiting for the cars " start
and for me to kiss her, couldn't l see she
wanted me to y without feeling strong desire
to give myself good kicking. Why didmi
kiss her 1t would have been SO easy, in
spite of the people looking out Of the cars and
standing about the depot. Aud / knew II
would have been good, so good. But like the
jackanapes always was, l permitted the re-
Election that she was under my charge TO re-
strain me; the train started, Ella waved her
handkerchief, and the chance was lost forever.
"Honor," you will say. Yes honor is Il fine
thing; but what is honor TO a hearty kiss
from bouncing girl Of seventeen Pooh -
Another misuse OF golden opportunity re-
and as she looked uncommonly pretty that
evening couldn't resist the temptation to ask
her for kiss. Being much older than herself
she regarded me as q very great man, and said
in that delicious, bashful way which young
girls have:
You don't want me to p
ayes, do said l.
But l said "Yes. do" in such an undecided
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wouldn't take one, (they don't like to give
right out and ont. you know, she went off, and
no such opportunity ever happened again,
though diligently sought after il.
Other instances Of this miserable cowardice
occur to me at this moment, but space forbids
me to dwell upon them.
There is another trouble which men suffer
often and so severely that cannot pass it
by. 1t is this: Ia our journey through the
world, it is not an uncommon thing to meet "A
lady who impresses US rs being of all others
the best to kiss. We do not love her we
would not marry her if we could we Just
want to kiss her, that's all and we would die
to obtain the boon. We run mad on the SUBJ
iect, know we are mad, and keep the madness
locked in the most secret recesses OF our be-
ing. But for all that, we want to kiss her, and
it seems if we do not kiss her we will go down
To the tomb with the painful consciousness of
misspent and wasted existence. I:maIles no
difference whether we are personally acq uant-
ed with the lady or not. We plot and plan
how to get a look Al her mouth, and every look
makes us more and more wretched. The color
of that mouth, its form, its every movement
all say "kiss," ''kiss,' "kiss,' kiss" keep
kissing" and skiss forever We wouldn't
give two straws to kiss any other mouth on
earth. After a while the craze subsidies, and
We go about our business like rational beings,
until another mouth sets us raving again. l
have in my mind a mouth of this sort that
kept me in a slow fever day and night for six
months Looking at it as calmly as can at
the distance of 2.nJ miles and four years l do
not hesitate to say that there never was such
4 mouth as that particular mouth. All the
sweetness and all the fire of all the mouths
that ever lived were concentrated in that
mouth-and-I never kissed it. never came
near kissing it. Alas! that mouth is married
now. Doubtless it has been kissed repeatedly,
but question whether the kisser thereof APP
preciates it as l would have appreciated it,
Now let us get back to the reg ular narrative
The next kiss OF any importance that OBJ
haired Amy, ito he sure there was old Carr's
daughter julia, but as that affair was cut very
short by an accident, we'll leave her out,) was
one that got while up to my collar bone in the
Atlantic Ocean. / was teaching Flora to float
ON her back-a tolerably difficult, but beyond
comparison the most agreeable and picturesque
of tasks. AS you will find. Sir, upon trial; and
advise you by ali means 10 make that trial
nea, sumner AT Cape May. Flora being al
ready q very good swimmer, soon learned
enough about floating 10 do without my assist
ance, but i was SO amiable and kind that
could not let her 60; and when the big break
ers came rolling in, producing confusion all
around-why, of course did ii would have
been ungallant and strangely unfriendiy i'm
me not to have done so. And Just tell YOU |
1t was glorious, glorious. Try it, my young
friend.
After Flora and came out of the Atlantic
Ocean, there happened dreary time for me- |
cheered by no love and strengthened by no |
kisses. When the slow, sore travel was ended,
/ found myself resting place, the memory of
, m and eioom,. that place was Rut HsSs
was there! Hebe had the form Of Venus, and
the soft hair Of wavy gold that belonged to
that goddess, but her peerless white skin and |
the faint roses of her round cheeks were all |
her own. Her ways were gentle, atfec tionate,
timid as little chiid's but under this gen tie.
hess lay wondrous realm of mischief.
was stretched full length upon the sofa |
feeling terribly depressed and unhappy
There was \ splendid fire in the CRATE, aud no
other light in the room. Hebe came in to ask |
after my health. When told her how sad |
and iow-spiri;ed was. she came close TO me- |
l offered her seat on the Sofa but she refused
and kneeling down beside me began TO cheer |
me up with her baby prattle. How charming
how really beautiful she was, with her white |
muslin sacque, that gave an air Of purity to |
her, and made her sparkling complexion look |
fresher beneath the masses Of her lustrous |
hair.
''Oh! here's button off your cuff. lie: me !
sew it on for you p
"Never mind-the coat il not worth it,"
Eyes it is. Let me, please ~
"Well." |
Whit cunning, supple fingers the blessed |
Creatures have how deity they ply the nee |
die! 1t did not take much time to sew that |!
button on, but, when the thread was broken,
the golden tresses dropped nearer the sofa, two !
faces were close together. and the talking |
ceased. Oh who will blame them The man |
was SO unutterably sad 80 terribly in need OF |
something more than Kindness, and she was SO |
tender, SO plying! Blame on, blamers take |
your NIL. Little care Hebe and l for your |
blaming. But will ii be believed that took |
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