The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1871-10-27
HOW THEY FELL IN LOVE.

They had 1sgrown up together, in
the fail sense of the term, and that was
| the matter. They had eaten each 9TH
er's mud pies. taken the Group in each
others snow forts, cried out the sumo
ON each others states, tipped over each
others ink bottles, sopped up the ink
with their mutual handkerehiefs, ''told"
of each other in about equal proper
tons, and "made up" in a common
exuberznee of sobs and sassafras.
They had played st lovers behind the
woodpile, been married by the prize
speaker, been divorced by "the first
base" been reunited by the ministers
daughter, and gone to housekeeping in
the neat swamp, at regular intervals, as
far back as their memory extended.
She had blne eyes and never under
stood vulgar fractions. He used 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 3
pink lutte string ribbon at three cents
ward. When they walked home to-
gether he Touched It gently. to signify
his appreciation, and she blushed like
May 6ower. It could not have been
long after that she grew shy at singing
school, and was apt to be going home
with her brother. In another year,
when he went to St. David's College,
she cried herself TO sleep, forgot to
crimp her hair, and said nothing was
the matter. So, of course, when he
came home on his frat vacation, 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 a very sweet
little country voice, that quiyered and
curled about the pillars of the sunny
white Westinghouse like an incense In
an open field on a May day, you might
have thought, aud 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 CHANGED that the Rev.
Mr.. Love, the recently settled and very |
popular shepherd of the westinghouse
felt moved in the spirit to preach to his |
flock . sermon upon Christian amitY, |
and to suggest as its most fitting musi-
cal accompaniment hymn S57 of the
"Sweet Singer of Israel" Gust intro |
duced.) Ah, you excellent mothers of
washing days on your minds, and we
fathers struggling to keep your faith |
under the discovery of Toms first CT
gar, do you never suspect in yOur stu
pid good hearts, the tears of solid COM
fort rolling into your souls aglow with |
all the hidden meanings of fellowship |
in the one Master whom they who love /
not never know-do you never suspect
the flirtations conducted over that adj
hymn? It may be very much |
too bad, but it IS very much the case.
It is quite as bad in me to suggest the /
sacrilege to Your people. Bless your
indignant souls, they stand in need OF
no suggestion. Ask them. l do not
deny that it is atrocious in me to spoil |
the hymn for you; but that is another
matter. She then, in her blue and
white dress, with sunbeam struggling
little ground glass gallery
window upon der pink bonnet, sangl
'.Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above"
It struck him that her voice was less
like incense now, end more like melted
silver; which was very good fancy,
by the way, and he would make note
of 1t against some indefinite exigencies
as class orator.
<'Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares"
ALTERED the little silver voice; and SO
tinkled into this:
"When We asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be Joined in heart"
md he, turning round with the au-
iience, back to the Rev. NJ. 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.
START Phelps.