The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1864-10-04

TUESDAY. OCT. 4.



It is pleasant to meet old friends, bu,
exceedingly trying to meet an old sweet
heart. Lavender is not more "trying' to
the complexion of brunette. 'Twss in
life's early forenoon that you knew her,
when existence wore nice new clothes,
dyed in the establishment of the rainbow
You quoted poetry to her by the hour,
took moonlight strolls and drives, and
quoted various little things addressed to
nights luminsry by the poets, which you
found in the "Dictiouary of Poetical
Quotations, and committed to memory
after hours Of painful study. She was in
raptures, aud said you had such memory
you rememered everything you read.
You wore Byroaic collars in those days,
cultivated raven mustache, for which
you was indebted to the hair dyer, scent
q good deal OF lime on your hair which
was inclined to curl, and was mildly given
to gin and water.
Sweetheart used to chide You for the
lstter habit, but it was evident TO you
that you wouldn't be half the romantic
here that you was, without little dissI-
patton, so You never "got a medal You
wrote unutterabls poetry in her album,
and gave hesyour miniature in crimson
velvet case. You dreamed away hours in
building atmospheric country seats, in
which your sweetheart and you were the
only residents, with nothing 10 do bat
wander amid flowery paths and quote
from those impractical writer's STYLED
poets.
"Y ears have outstretched their shadowy
wings between" You didn't marry
sweetheart, somehow, and life with its
stern realities drove all thoughts Of her
from your mind. You arc brought to-
gether again unexpectedly, and memory,
expert telegraph operator that she is, puts
YOU in instant communication with olden
times.
Sweetheart has faded, of course, and so
have you. As you dof your hat in sa'u-
tation, you read a surprise in her look,
and then you remember that your hair
don't cur any more; the cares OF life have
plog he'd burrows In your "Greeian fore
hea - IS sh4 d4l;,-L. ~.
tine, with his scy,he, has moved away
quite clearing Gu the top of your head
on havn't an empty hairdve bottle eyea
10 remind her OF the raven mustache Of
other days, and your sandy beard needs
trimming sadly. Sweetheart laughs at
acme poorly executed joke (ghost Of that
captivating Wit and you perceive che has
aS&onl tooth gone, ard you never noticed
bet9N that she had such homeIy profile
1ou Ne uddeo.y a"d 8 .a,r ..a,
that 'eAi'ii-e1
growing oIi.
SSeethesrt Introduces her husband to
you, and tells him With litter, which is
painful oaricature Of her girllsh laugh.
once 50 musical and fascinating you com
pared it to dipping of plant wila1s in
the waterfall, don't you Iemember! that
you are "an old beau Then turning to
you she inquiries, ''D3 you love poetry as
much as You ever did Z" Poetry stuff I,
You put your hand on the Tribune alma.
rae aud affirm that you had not read a
line Of poetry for years During the day
you % sb3u, your business ia a wander
ing manner The I'D DAYS come back
again, nd YOU live in tie past. You 90
homo, and the presence OF your family,
no. al all visionary or enresl, dispels the
uusubstautlal visions conjectured up hy
unexpectedly meeting "an old sweet
heart