The Petroleum Centre daily record. [volume] (Petroleum Center, Pa.) 1868-1873, 1872-08-07
How They Fell in Love.

They bad grown up together, 10 the ful
sense of tho term, and that was the matter
They had eaten each others mud pies, taken
the Group 10 each others snow forts, cried
out the sums on each others slates, tipped
over each others ink bottles, eopped up the
ink with their mutual hsndkerchiefs, "told
of each other in about equal proportions,
and "Made up" ina common exuberance Of
sobs and sassafras. They had played as
lovers behind the woodpile, been married
by the piece speaker, been divorced by the
"frst base" been united by the minister's
daughter, ind gone to housekeeping In the
peat swamp at regular intervals, as far back
as their memory extended. She bad blue
eyes, and never understood vulgar fractions.
He used to miss. One day she braided be-
hair in little braids behind, and tied it with
pink lustering ribbon at three cents a
yard. When they walked home togethe er,
he touched it gently to signify appreciation.
and she blusbed like May flower. II
could not have been long after that before
she grew Sly at singing school, and was apt
to be going homo with her! brother. 10 an.
other year, when bs went to st. David's Col
lege, che cried herself to sleep, forgot to
crimp her hair, and said nothing was the
matter. So, Of course, when be come home
on bis first vacation, it all happened 90 It
could not very well help happening to the
end Of oil young things dreaming, or old
ones warning She sst 10 the chair ina
blue dress with white spots, with pink
bonnet and pink cheeks, and sang in very
sweet little country voice that quivered and
hurled about the pillars Of the sunny white
meeting house like incense in an open field
on May day, you might have thought aud
you might not. He, grown rather tall
rather quiet. with long. hair, and the un-
mistakable st. David's shawl, sat below in
bis tatber's new box-and listened. On
Sunday IL chanced that the Rev. Mr.. Love.
the recently settled and very popular shep-
herd of the ''meeting house," felt moved in
the spirit to preach to his flock sermon
upon Christian amity. and to suggest % its
most fitting musical accompaniment, hymn
s57 Of the "Sweet Singer OF Israel" Gust in-
troiuced.) Ah, you excellent mothers
with washing days on your minds, aud ye,
excellent fathers. struggling to keep your
faith under the discovery of Toms first ci-
gar, do you never suspect in your stupid,
good hearts, the tears Of solid comfort rolling
into your spectacles as you sing, and your
soul sglow with all the hidden meaning OF
fellowship In the one Master whom they
who love not never know-do you never
suspect the airtations conducted over that
admirable hymn? 1t may be very much
too bad, tut it is very much the case. 1t is
quite as bad in me to suggest the ssrcilege 10
your young people. Bless your indignant
soul, they stand 10 need of no suggestion Il
Ask them. do not deny that II is atroc-
ious in me to spoil the hymn for you; but
that is another matter. She then, in bor
blue sad white dress, with sunbeam strugI
Cling through little ground glass gallery
window upon her pink bonnet, sang:
Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts 10 Christian love;
The fellowship Of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
II struck him that her voice was less like
incense now, and more like melted silver;
which is o very good fancy, by the way.
and he would make note OF it against
some indefinite exieences as class orator.
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares,
faltered the little silver voice, and 80 tinkled
into this:
When we asundsr psrt,
1t gives us inward pain,
But we shall still be Joined In heart;
and lie, turning round with the audience,
back to the Rev. Mr.. Love, as was the fash
lon in the Bloomsbury First Church, lifted
bis face 10 hers, and their foolish young
eyes met-mst and dropped, and the work