The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1872-07-17
Nothing Half 40 sweet in Life.

Nineteen to-day = and I'm too
happy to livei How lovely the park
looked to-day. How gracefully the
swan swan on the lake, and how the
yellow dandelions lifted up their yel-l
low faces and smiled.
AIbcrt-dcar Albert, passed NAM
ma and |, and bowed SO gracefully
Mamma frowned at him, o, dear! j
am not quite so happy
Last night was my first call, and
Albert was there. Four times he
came and let him put his name on
my card-then mamma frowned saw
agely. She said | ought to be
ashamed to waste my time with a
poor fellow like Albert Sinclair. Then
she brought up old Thompson, that
horrid rich old widowcr, and l. had
to scratch Albert's name Off When
Albert saw me dancing with Thomp-
son the color came to his cheeks and
he only just touched the ends of my
fingers, and it is worth more than old
Thompson's right arm. How stupid
ly old Thompson talked, but mamma
smiled all the time.
Once she tipped me on the shoul-
der and said in low, harsh voice,
abe agreeable, Lizzie, for Mr.. Thomp-
son is a great catch Then Thomp-
son. the stupid old fool, tried to talk
like the young fehows. He told me |
looked "stunning," said the ball was
swell affair, and then asked me to
ride up to the park in a four-borse
drag. Bah, mother says | must go,
but O., dear, I'd rather walk two
blocks with Albert than ride in a
chariot with old dyed whiskcrs.
After supper such an event took
place. Albert joined me, aud after
lovely waltz we wandered Into the
conservatory and had nice confden-
tial chat together 1t is wonderful
how we both like the same things
He admires the beautiful moon-so
do |. love the beautiful stars, and
so does he. We both like TO look out
of the open window, and we both
like to be near each othcr-that is. |
know | do. Albert dotcs on Long
fellow, and o, don't L | like Poe,
and so does Albert, and the little tears
fairly started (but Albert didn't see
them) when he repeated softly in my
ear
For the nroon never beams without bringing me
dreams
/ OF my beautiful Annabel Lee
And the stars never rise but feel the bright eyes
OF my beautiful Annabel Lee"
And a good deal more, besides, about
love and the sounding sea.
What a nice sensible talk Albert
and | had. First we began talking
about the. soul-how destiny some
times bound two souls together by an
! invisible chain. Then we considered
the mission of man and woman upon
the earth-how they ought to com
fort and support each other in sick
ness and in health. And then Albert
quite startled me by asking if had
ever cared for any one? And when
said ''yes papa and mamma, he
laughed and said he did not mean
them, and then | felt quite hurt, and
the tears would come into my eyes,
for | do love mamma even if she does
make me dance with that hOrrid old
Thompson, with his dyed whiskers.
Then Albert leaned his face toward
mine | felt his mustache almost
touched me as he whispered such
nice words in my ear He told me
how he had longed for an opportuni-
ty to speak to me alone-how-and
then | was so happy, for | knew he
was going to say something very nice
indeed-when ma, with that dreadful
old widower, came along and inter
ruptcd us. Come, Lizzie. you go
with Mr. Thompson, for L want to
present Mr.. Sinclair to Miss Brown"
and then MAO dear, she took AL
bert and presented him to the girl
that | hate worst of anybody in
school. | didn't see Albert again,
! for when he came around, ma said,
Lizzie, it looks horrible to be seen
dancing with Albert Sinclair all the
evening You ought to be ashamed
of yourself"
! . dear, l look like fright know
| do, but | hope | shall hook better
when see Albert on the avenue to-
morrow. Let's see, | wonder if he
won't write to me? But I'll see him
when he walks up from business to-
lnight-maYbc.