The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1882-05-10
Sweet Sixteen.

She was in Il palace car munching
caramcls and laughing as only Girl
can, You know, with her sweet face all
dlmples, that played bo-peep with each
other and the very mischief with me,
woman that | am.
There were two Of the witches, but
the other one seemed q shade demure:
had, suspected, that most uncertain Of
all passions under the blessed sun, a
lover, who probably had not written TO
her for the long eternity Of twenty-four
hours; hence the fit Of shadow across
the sunshine Of her ioy.
How rosy and beautiful they looked,
dipping slender finger and thumb into
bag Of sugar plums-not bit sweeter
than they-and laughing at their own
delicious iancies, as if life held nothing
grayer; and just wanted to hug both of
them, anyway
My dimpler wore brown sacque.
halt slipped Off from one rounded
shoulder, full Of cunningcst dimples, no
doubt; her hat of many pokes and
plumes and other mysteries, among
which angels would fear to tread. bob
bed and nobbed tantalizingly on top Of
most coquettish bangs. while her blue
eyes fairly danced, so brim full Of fun
were theys
How shuddered to think Of the un-
lovely possibilities hidden away among
the shadows Of the years-the cruel.
cruel years, They would bring her the
stern necessity of wearing her brown
sacque circumSpectly on her dmpied
shoulders; her fluffy hair. Of the color Of
pale gold that the June sun rains down
on the tassels of corn, defiant now of
band or braid, drawn back in properest
precision; righteousness in investing
ten cents in vilainous bon bons. and
munching, regardless, in a car Of SOL
emn wlseacres; and, worse than all the
suppressed giggle Of society limitations,
II. from the wreck Of matter, ANYTHING
remains TO smile ut,
And then the lOngings Of soul for new
bonnets and things; the hankerinr after
kindred spirits and antique soup bowls
the refuge Of SUNDAY headaches: the
worriment Of washdays and church So
cia!s; the broken friendships and shat
tered painted china tea-cups: the plan
ming Of 500 dinners TO say nothing Of
breakfast hash and afternoon teas. year
after year, all the way through; the
careless morning wrapper and general
shpShodneSs Of home belongings. the
unopened piano and much-rcad novel,
the gossip. the shrugs and the rest. So
] said in my troubled heart but 50 low
that none might hear TO her OF the
dimples and mischief. lurking ewes. laugh
on, my rosy unknown, for my soul
hears no sWeeter music under the blue
arch that is said to shut Heaven from
our upward gaze; munich caramcls 10
your heart content though the world
frown 1t, worst Time enough to draw
down the corners Of your kissahlc mouth
into forlorn little FUCKERS. when the
aforesaid world shall push and hurt.
gricye you, time enough TO hush the ring
Of your merry laughter when the IN
friendly winters shall 'pelt you with
snow-balls, y instead Of the pink and
white roses the spring time losses you
to-day.
If only fashion would keep her dc
structive clutch from your young life
If ilattery with its treachcrous train
would pass by On the other side, if only
they would
Better that the gods love you, and
you go softly out some still morrow. in
search Of the shore from whose blossom.
ing borders no leaf or bud ever comes
drifting across the backward tide, better
and safer Free Press.