The Petroleum Centre daily record. [volume] (Petroleum Center, Pa.) 1868-1873, 1872-05-27
Nothing Half SO sweet In Life.E

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Commercial Advertiser. The young lady is
supposed to have reached her twentieth
birthday: -
"Nineteen to-day-snd I'm too happy to
live! How lovely the park looked this
moruiag. How gracefully the swans swan
on the lake, and how the yellow dandelions
lifted up their yellow faces-all smiles!
Aibert-dear Albert, passed mamma spd
| 1, and bowed 80 gracefully! Msmms frown-
led st him. o, dear! Lam not quite
happy.
Last night my first ball, and Albert was
there. Four times he came aud l let him
put bis name on my card-then mamma
frowned savasely. She said ought 20 be
ashamed to waste my time with poor tel-
low like Albert Sinclair. Then she brought
up old Thompson, that horrid rich old wid.
over, and had to scratch Alberrs name
of. When Albert saw me dancing with
Thompson the color came to his cheeks and
he only jus. touched the ends Of my fingers
10 the grand chain. U, dear, one OF Alberts
little fingers is worth more than old Thomp'
sons right arm. How stupidity old Thomp.
son talked, but mamma smiled: all the
time
Ouce she tipped on the shoulder and said
in low, harsh voice, "be agreeable Lizzie,
for Mr. Thompson is great catch" Then
Thompson, the stupid old fool. tried to talk
like the young fellows. He told mo look
ed ''stuuning," said the ball was u ''swell
affair, and then asked me ride up to the
park in his iour-horse drag. Bah! Mother
says must go, but o, dear Id ra ther walk
two blocks with Albert than ride in a
chariot with the old dryed whi,kers
After supper such an event took place
Albert joined me, and after lovely waltz
we wandered into the conservatory aud had
nice confidential chat together 1t lie
| wonderful how we both like the same tbinge.
He admires the beautiful moon.-so do l. 1
love the stars, and 20 does be! We both
like 10 look ou: of the open window; and
we both liked 10 be near each other-that is
know do. Albert dotes ON Lougfellow,
and ., don'tI! like Poe, and SO does
Albert, and the tears fairly started (but AL
bert ddn't see them) when hs repeated soft
ly 10 my ears:
.For the moon never beams without bring
ing me dreams.
OF my beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the etars never rise, but feel the
bright eyes
or my beautiful Annabei Lee"
and a good deal more besides, about love
and the sounding sea.
What nice, sensible talk Albert and
! had. First, We began talking about the
sonl'-how destiny sometimes bound :wo
souls together by an invisible chain. Then
we considered the mission of man and wo-
man upon tse earth-how they ought to
comfort and support each other In sickness
and in health. And then Albert quite
startled me by asking me If 1 had ever car.
ed for any Que? And when said "Yes,
papa and mamma" be laughed aud said he
did not mean them, and then felt quite
he''t "o1 'uo tenic Wou'u Cone INTO nv
eyes, for do love mamma, even If she does
make me dance With that horIid old Thomp
son, with bis dyed whiskers. Then Al
bert leaned his face towards mine. felt
bis mustache Balmost touch me as he wbis.
pered such nice words in my ear. lie told
me how he had longed for sn opportunity
TO speak 10 me alone-n0w-and then was
so happy, for Knew he was going to say
something very nice indeed-wben Ma,
with that dreadful old widower, came along
and interrupted ne, ''Come, Lizzie, you g6
with Mr.. Thompson, for I want to present
Mr.. Sinclair to Miss Browu," ind then Ma.
o, dear she took Albert 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, ''Lzzie it looks
horrible to be seen dancing with Albert
Sinclair oil the evening. You ought to be
ashamed OF youfsslf"
D. dear look like aIiright-I know do,
but hope I shall look better when 1 81
| Abortion the avenue tomorrow. Let's see.
I wonder If he won't write to me? But IN
see him when he walks up from business to.
| Dight-maybe.