Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1875-08-13
First Love In Danbury.

n y elson street young man got up 10 u
slcklr point, Wednesday evening. ans pro
posed marriage To the youug lady OF a. :
choice. She declined him. She said She was
soIIy 20 cause him any pain. bui She could
great deal OF lin and would Ike II he a Sister
10 him. lie was green young man. he
DIDN'T understand what sisterlng meant. and
tc went nom that house feeling WY
WTeIche! indeed. The world wonll us.rc-
again appear - him as IL hal. auI The i1yS
OF life, like the fabled apples. We're turning
TO ashes on his lips. When he reached home
he found his mother up waiting for him He
would have much rather Slid M 20 bad uuO'-
served, but he couldn't helm himself he
tired to speak cheertully 10 her, but was
aware mat the effort was abortive. Then he
Sank down IN chair. She was an ohScry-ir,
and careful mother. She saw that something
was the matter with him, and her maternal
breast became rife with anxiety.
What's the matter with YOU. Thomas
don't YOU feet wCll?'
20. yes" be gasped with a feeble smile
"1ou say you do. but YOU know better all
the while, she protested, staring anNiou>ly
al him. Now tell me what's the matte
witt you, that can get something for it,
There's nothing the matter, he said, IN n
You can't deceive your mother. Thomas.
GOU don feel a bit well. | was afraid when
you eat those CaCumberS N supper that taay
would hurt you. Shant mix YOU up lit
lie sweet flag"
lie felt a dull, heavy pain in his heart. bu,
ne knew sweet flag would no. reach il, and
he shook his lead.
i can get it for you in minute, AMI 4.
Will help you at once
But don; need IL. am not cripNi =" nc
protested, with great lump in his throat.
you may not be now. but yog-wlu bef1rr
morning y You don't take something. 10
wish you would listen 10 your mother. Does
your head ache
Does j. feel hoto"
IT did feel hot. hut ne would not for the
world let her know it. Whatever was us
Corr f.rF- la MN = oh.
and ne made a desperate C'lOrt 10 cAntra,
himself. Mother. there * nothing ~ all
the matter with me"
You don't know. my chill. 70. thiuI,
there Is nothing tar matter with YOU. bat
those cucumbcrS a q in your system. and they
must be got ont, or before morning YOU will
be Cripcd up i'm knot Now let me put 20
mustard plaster o.. your stomach before YOU
30 10 bed
mo. no, no. 90 he yasped.
But YOU must have something. tell Won
our eyes shows You are iV>' n bilious a.
you can be. / have noticed il Cor week.
And your cheeks are fiuSlcl. whIr.. shows
your hio-nd a. oTeIheated. Now mold out your
tongue till / look at il" And she took up
he lamp and approached him.
lie would have Chceriully gone forth and
net an earthquake If il would take him 10.
His soul was black with despair. The enf re
future was draped with impenetrable cloudS
Would 10 heaven he was dead, ana AZ lf.
rest. He gulped down a great sob. and held
out ms Tongue, While IL seemed as IL the tears
would blind him.
She spoke up briSkly,
Just as Thought. Your tongue is ru-rN
the whole length Of il, and I'm afraid you're
gong 10 have fever. Now I'll get a little
mustard ready at once. and slap IL ri ght ON
your stomach, and then I'll fix you good
sun dose OF salts. aub tomorrow morning
you'll wake up feeling like a new being I
tell you. Thomas, these things have GOT Ia
be taken in time, o. there's no telling where
they'll end And The old laiy started :or
the kitchen. Poor Thomas. Poor heart
trnken-b boy. HIS cup Of misery was now f..II
Ia the brim, and running over. With a hall
suppressed cry OF agony. ne flei sp3Oingly
from the house gGBtb,,Ty NtFrS.