The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-10-24
HOW THEY FELL IN LOVE.

They had grown up together, in the
full sense of the term, and what was the
matter. They had eaten each other s
mud pies, taken the Group in each 9TH
err g snow forss, cried out the sums on
each others states, tipped over each
others ink bottles, sopped up the ink
with their mutual hankerchiefs, told"
on each other in about eousl proper
tons, and made up In common ex-
uperance of sobs and sassafras. They
had played at lovers behind the wood
pile, been married by the prize speaker,
been discovered by the first base. been
reunited by the minister's daughter, and
gone to housekeeping in the peat swamp
1t regular intervals, as far back rs their
memory extended. She had blue eyes,
and never understood vulgar fractions.
He used to miss, so that she might get
to the head of We o-..ss. One day she
braided her hair in two little braids be-
hind, and tied it with pink lute-string
ribbon at three cents yard. When
they walked home together, he touched
it gently to signify his appreciation, and
she blushed like May flower 1t could
not have been long after that before she
grew shy at singing school, and was apt
to be going home with her brother. In
another year, when she went to st. Da-
vid' College, che cried herself to sleep,
forgot to crimp her hair, and said
nothing was the matter. So, of course,
when he came on his first vacation, it
all happened as it could not help hap
pening to tho end of young things
dreaming, or old ones warning. She
sat in the chair IN a blue dress with
white spots, with pink bonnet, pink
cheeks, and sang in a very sweet coun-
try voice, that quivered and curled
about the pillars of the sunny white
meeting house like innocence in an open
field on May day, you might have
thought, and you might not. He, grown
father tall. rather ,q=ite, with long hair.
and an unmistakable St. David's shawl.
sat below in his fathers pew-box- and
listened. One Sunday it happened 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 sermon
upon Christian amity, and to suggest as
its most fitting musical accompaniment.
hymn 875 of tho Sweet Singer of
Israel" Gust introduced.) All, you ex-
cellent mothers, with wishing days on
your minds, and ye excellent faith ers,
struggling to keep your faith under the
discovery of Toms first cigar, DO you
never suspect, in your stupid, good
hearts, the solid comfort rolling into
your spectacles as you sing, and your
souls aglow with all the hidden mean
ing of the fellowship in one Master whom
they who love not never know, do you
never suspect the hirtations 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 sacrifice to your young peo-
pie. Bless your indignant souls, they
stand in need of DO suggestion. Ask
them. [ do not deny that it is atrocious
in me to spoil the hymn for you; but
that is another matter. She then, in
her hlue and white dress, with sun.
beam struggling through little ground
glass gallery window upon her pink
bonnet sang:
"Blsst be tho 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 insense now, and more like melted
silver which was q very good fancy,
by the way, and he would make a note
of it against some indefinite exigency as
class orator.
sour fears our hopes our aimes one,
Our comforts and our cares"
faltered the little silver voice, and Sc
tinkled into this:
"Whsn 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, IS was
the fashion in the Bloomsbury First
Church, lifted his face to hers. and their
young eyes met-met and dropped, and
the work WAS done.