The Grange advance., 1874-09-16

God and. His power, I esteem myself
doubly happy.
Yoaang Love-, ss.t
A young couple from the rural dis
tricts attracted considerable attention
in town last Saturday., though they
didn't once suspicion that all eyes were
fastened upon them, and noting their
every action. They we're in that
bread-and-butter-with- -'lasses-on-it stage
of love that makes prince and peasant
alike moist and gushy, and alike oblivi-
Gus to'or careless Of the gaze and opin-
ions of the outside world. It is a beat
ifiic state of existence, and the man or
woman who has grown old without ex-
Periencing it has skipped the most
thrilling chapter in the book of life. 70
be or not to be-atitic-that's the ques-
tion. Whether it is nobler in the man
to battle alone and unloved against the
world, or to take girl in his arms and
turn away from it. In one voice We
exclaim, ''Give US the girl.''
So felt that young granger. Ten
thousand mathematicians and a sea
serpent couldn't have divided tha
couple as they leaned up against
stack Of side-meat in a grocery, and
clung to each others Clothes Fortuna
might have emptied her sack at that
youths feet, and he would not have
stopped to touch the treasure. Fame
might have held her brightest jewel an
inch above his herd, and he would not
have reached for it. His country might
hayd called until she was hoarse, and
he would not have needed her. Angels
might have beckoned MIN to come away
aud skip with them along the green
banks of the beautiful river, but not a
skip would he have skope unless that
girl could have become his companion
skipper. Nothing but absolute crema-
tion will ever have power to remove her
from him, and even then he will cling
to her as long as there is enough of her
left to make grease.spot on his shirt
bosom.
Long they stood there, and we'll.
1nquisitive people stepped outside the
door and gazed in upon them, and
whispers went around the crowd: Got
it mighty bad, amt they?'' "Don't
she snuggle up to him, though -
''Watch his arm, now-heh-s there!''
Still the girl pressed up against his
side, and wished the sun was turned
down, that John might capture the
kisses that were drowning in the nec-
tar of her lips. Still he squeezed her
arm. and admired each gem of a frecke
that shone on her fair face like straw
berries in dish Of cream. Closer to-
gether drew their faces-so closely that
scarcely thought could pass between
them. A great awe fell upon the
assembled multitude, and they awaited
the crisis in such deep silence that
you might have heard q stitch
drop. Just as the lips of the
lovers we're within . hairs breadth
Of touching, small boy in the
crowd broke into demoniac laugh.
The enraptured pair were jerked back
into this world with suddenness that
nearly dislocated their necks and sent
buckets of bloed to their faces. He
looked as though III he had been caught
whipping his grandmother, and. She
looked like she was sorry for him. The
wild light faded out of his eyes, and he
pulled his hat over them, The kisses
lay dead on her lips, ana she pulled
them in and pressed them tight to her
teeth, out of the sight of their murder
ers. Hand in hand they left the gro
Gerry, and with falterlng steps departed
for the sylvan shades, where they may
gnaw each others necks and exchange
vows and saliva in sweet seclusion.
But confound that boy! He doesn't
deserve to ever have = girl. Except
for his ill-timed cachination, this story
would have been longer and: sweeter.
i [Brunswicker.
Cremation is an old institution
among the Kohls, native people in the
East Indies. Soon after the PERSONS
death the body is placed on = pile Of