Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1871-11-23
How They Fell In Love.

They had "grown up together; in
the full sense of thet term, and that was
the matter. They had eaten each 9th.
;er's mud pies, taken the 0eoup In each
lother's snow forts, cried oat The sums
on each others slate, tipped ever each
others ink bottles, sopped ap the ink
with their mutual handksrchiefs,
s'told'' of each other in about equal
Proportions, and F'made up'' in a COM
mon eNNberance of sobs and sassAfras
They had played at lovers behind the
woodpile, been married by the prize
speaker, been divorced by the first
base" been reunited by the minister's
daughter, and gone to housekeeping
in the peat swamp, at regular inter.
walls, as far back as their memory ex-
tended. She had blue eyes, and never
understood vulgar fractions. Heused'
to miss, so that she might get to the
head of the class.
One day she braided her hair in two
little braids behind, and tied it with a
pink lutte string ribbon, at three cents
a yard. When they walked home to-
gether he touched it gently, to signify
his appreciation, and she blushed like
a May flower. 1t could not have been
long after that before she grew shy at
singing school, and was apt to be GO
ing home with her brother. In anoth-
er year, when he went to st. David's
College, she cried herself to sleep, for
got to crimp her hair, and said moth
ing was the matter. So, of course,'
when lie came home on his first vaca-
ton, it all happened, as it could not
very well help happening, and as
suppose it must go on happening to-
the end Of all young things dreaming
or old ones warning. She sat in the
choir, in blue dress with white spots,
with pink bonnet and pink cheeks,
and sang in very sweet little country
voice, that quivered and curled about
the pillars of the sunny white meeting
house, like the incense of an open field
on May day, you might have thought,
and you might not. He, grown rather
tall, rather quiet, with long hair, and
the unmistakable St. David's shawl,
sat below, in his fathers box pew, and
listened.
One Sunday it chanced that the Rev.
Mr.. Love, the recently settled and
very popular shepherd of the meeting
house." felt moved in the spirit to
preach to his flock a sermon upon
Christian amity, and to suggest, as its
most fitting musical accompaniment,
hymn S57, of the Sweet Singer of
Israel" (just introduced). All, you
excellent mothers with washing days
on your minds. and We fathers etrug-
Cling to keep your faith under the dis
covery of Toms first cigar, do you
never suspect, in your stupid good
hearts, the tears of solid comfort roll
ing into your spectacles as you sing
and your souls aglow with all the hid
den meanings of fellowship in one
Master whom they who love not, meyer
know-do you never suspect the firta-
tions conducted over that admirable
hymn ? It may be very much too bad,
but it is very much the case. 1t is
quite as bad in me to suggest the sac
rilige to your young people. Bless
your indignant souls, they stand in
need of no suggestion. Ask them.
do not deny that it is atrocieus in me
to spoil the hymn for you; but that Is
another matter She, then, in her blue
and white dress, with sunbeam strug-
Cling through a little ground glass
gallery window upon her pink bonnet,
sang:
| 'Blezt be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship OF kindred minds
II like to that above"
It struck him that her voice was
| less like incense now, and more like
melted silver, which was a very good
fancy, by the way, and he would make
a note of it against some indefinite
exigencies as class orator.
'tOur fears our hopes our aims are enc,
Our comforts and our careB,"
faltered the little silver voice; and so
| tinkled into this:
'sWben we asunder part
| 1t gives inward pain;
! But we shall still be Joined IN heart,
and he, turning round with the audi
ence, back to the Rev Mr.. Love, as
was the fashion in the Bloomsbury
First Church, lifted his face to hers,
and their foolish young eyes met-met
and dropped, and the work was done.
-ElizdEeth ISte0Cdrt Phelps.