The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1874-09-17
Young Love.

A young couple from the r1ral 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 were in that
bread-and- butter-with 'lasses. omit 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. 1t is beat.
fic 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. To
be or not to e-atific-that's the ques-
ton. Whether it is noblcr 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 mathematic'ans and a sea
serpent couldn't have divided that
couple as they leaned up against a
stack Of side-meat in a grocery, and
chung to each other clothes. Fortuna
might have empticd 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
havd 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.
ton 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 well.
lnquisitive people stepped outside the
door and gazed in upon them, and
whispers went around the crowd: s'Got
It mighty bad, amt they o. "Don't
she snuggle up to him, though -
Watch his arm, now-heh-see 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 nee
tar of her lips Still he squeezed her
arm. and admired each gem Of freckle
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 stitch
drop. ,Just, as the lips of the
lovers gweIe within a hair s breadth
Of touching, small boy in the
crowd broke into q desnoniac. laugh.
The enraptured pair were jerked back
into this world with suddenness that
nearly dislocated their necks and sent
buckets of blood to their faces, he
looked as thoughhe 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 ofthe sight Of their murder
ers. Hand in hand they left the gro
cerJ. and with faltcrmg 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 shaye.a GIRL Except
for his illstimed cachination, this story
would have been longer and sSeeter.
Brunswicker.