Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1877-01-19
A Girls First Love.

| Others may come after him
Others usually do come after him, for
seldom it is that girl marrieS her
| first loye-but to none does she ever
attach that strange intangible inter
est, sacred with never expressed
pathos, which attaches to her tirsi
sweetheart. Her IN -mory of him
is like the FAINT, delicate pcrfame
viii, h still clinys about the first wild
rose OF summer that he gave her lu-
ring the first tete-a tete walk that
they ever took together in the woods.
| How well she remembers il all |,
WAS the first sumner after she left
school. 1t was \ little out IF the-aay
summer resort, where she was stay
ing with party OF frlen'ls, and
where he chanaed to come, top, and
after meeting her, fingered
She was little tiuitered to find
herself alone with him, quite by ac-
cident, OF course; both tried to keep
up lively and natural conversation,
and, as a consequence, it was per-
fectly absurd, somewhat constrlin
ed and altogether fragmentary.
Then he saw this rose, the only
one upon bush full of buds that
grew close to the moss-grown trunk
of q fallen tree just over the source
of a tiny stream of water that wound
like tangled thread, in and out
among the trees. He gathered and
gave it to her with half shy, half
laughing look-so transparently con
scious in its cndeavor to be uncon-
sclous, and with remark intended
to be sprightly.
And she took, between q blush
and smile, with swift up look
from her eyes that were busily play
ing hide and-seek under the becom-
ing shelter of long lashes.
She tucked it in at the wai.,band
of her dress, just as she would have
done any other rose.
He does not know-he never will
know-that as soon ae she was alone
in her room, with the door locked,
she drew it carefully from her belt
and kissed it daintily, though with
repressed passion, before she exalted
it to the position of honor in her pet
vas", Il bit of pretty china, just big
enough to hold this one flower titly,
and in honor of it filled carefully
with clear cool water by her own
pretty fresh fingers, as rosily tipped
AS those OF Aurora in the act of
drawing aside tn curtains of the
dawn.
What was the unSpoken 60 npact
between them that caused her, stanl-
ing before the glass III her simple
white dress that evening, t" pose her
flower shyly among the FURNISHED
waves of her hair?
Will she ever forget how his ewes
thanked her? Will she ever forget
the night she wore it? Was there
ever Il night like that: Will there
ever be again?
| For her, 10. For every girl that
has to meet her first love, yes. There
| will be just one such for each girl,
but never another.
! Was it the elrth she troi on?
How beautiful everything WAS AS
If the world was just new-malc -
The lights, the music, the gay chat
ter, bright smiles, ringing laughter F.!
/ And when she danced with him She
seemed to have wings t. her ieel.-
Then at last they were alone together
in the cool, fragrant, dewy iarkucsS
outside; and to be together, to be
arm-ln-arm, to hear each others
voices, that was all they cared for
There was no other world tor them
that night. They were separated
from the common earth by such a
switt-howing tide Of deep but unspok-
en- delight. Unspoken because
young affection is too sacred for
words. First love is born dumb,and
learns speech but slowly. Deep
down in each heart was the rapturous
consciousness Of loving and being
loved by the other, which is worth \
lifetime of 81 love you'S :"
1t brimmcd each heart with
sutficng delight, even asa howercup
is brimmcd with dew. The sun will
drink the dew up by and by, even
rs the world drinks up this fountain
of innocent gladness. But the dew
has been in the flower cup and i'll the
girls heart. First, love. whose mem-
ory never departs.
The wild rose in her hair was with
cred when she again stood before
her glass with flushed cheeks and a
new brightness in her eyes. But she
laid it-ls carefully As \ young moth
er might lay her first born in its era
dle-betwcen two pages of Tenny-
son upon IA poem that he had read to
her the day before. 1t rests there still.
To u careless observer, what mat
ters Il worn copy of Tennyson, with
withered wild rose pressed between
its leaves?
But to her it is all that is left, t,may
be, of the purest and tenderest ro-
nance of \ girls life, it is the first
gilt of her first lover.
The Rrtisher> can't "see" Joke
unless 1t is as wide as y barn door,
and the Scotch, they say, can take Il
Jest only by surgical oper .tion,-
When Ben. Butler a>ke to be sent
to Congress. last fall, he i'll grim hui
NOR said he was no maiden, toouoI
est to ask for 1t, but WAS rather like a
forward widow, and knew the ropes.
So he WAS dubbed the Widow Bat
tier. Now IN English paper Sagely
remarks: The prominent position
before the American people held by
the Wiiow Batter, Is proof of the
rapid progress of woman's rights in
that country.
Just IA y certain DR.. IL. ). Owens,
nt 81, Lpnis, mlL OF unknown an |
tecedcnts, Thought he had got rich
h, lrrs> of that cisy, Miss Julia Viii
gus, she put her toot down AMI re-
fused to let the ceremony 20 Oh u,-
less he would sign paper relln