The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-05-05
RETROSPECTIVE.
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 Yes. my son. l was young once myseiE. and many and many is the day have wandered through the greenwood. scratching my hands on brambles, slip ping on we, rocks. and tearing my ,rous- CTS in unmenrionable places, in order to pluck wild flowers for the object of my adoration. An, what power in she land IS youthful love. What lever a pair of luminous eyes is 10 the callow youth One gilt-edged smile. and he will start out with the heart of hero to deeds of daring. rushing in where the old maxim, says angels fear to tread" and, having accomplished the oblec, of his quest. re- turns 10 ind that his girl has gone of with another fellow. Then comes the green-eyed monster, jealousy. to haunt the brain and drive sleep from the angry eyes Earth seems bowling wilderness for an hour or so until a new girls 6righ; orbs "l look love to other eyes again. and he cuts out some other youth. ih's loves young dream is terrible strain on the constitution, but the good work must go on.
 Perhaps. my son, you have no. arrived al that period in your existence when you { out os the beloved presence long unough 10 give her few hours of much-needed repose: but you will come to it sooner or later. my son, and you will stand on the street corner an hour or more for the chance of getting a glimpse of her swee; face as she fits by: you will learn to linser at the gate at that hour when hon. est folks are said 10 be in bed. and talk of the moon and stars: speak of her beautiful eyes : get ofT that stale old joke abou, ,wo-iips being your favorite flow CTS. and say that yoi like to gather honey where the blrsh-rose in her cheek. You will both laugh at the original and poetic idea: for 1t VIII be original with you. my son. as t has been with every love-sick swain since the time in the early fall, when Adam and Eve met at the frs, ap- ple-bee. and il ever will be with others. so long as love ensnares young hearts.
 You cannot finger at the iron, gate for ever. my son, even though the bliss of this location. when i, don't rain. is ir- comparable: but after you have re- marked goodbye nine times. then come back. just for minute. 10 say that you had forgotten to kiss goodnight. you will retire. with your he4ri feeling ike d ho, potato does in the bare hand. and you VII have d strong and almos, uneon- troilabe inclination to shou:, until you set ;o the next street corner There yoa vii suddenly stop. and then sneak back into the shadow ;o watch for the ligh, to appear in ner room. Yes. you will watch for 1t. though sfe may sit a, the window in the dars ,o gaze a, the silent stars for ha stl hAN etA blaze. You will watch the curtain for her shadow until the ligh, goes out. and leaves the world 10 darkness and ta you ard then you will moon your way home to sleep light and airy slumber. and dream of Elysium.
 True love sel!om giides along an oiled groove. my son, as has been said time out of mind. and the tor,uring thought that you can't get married and SC, ID housekeeping on five dollars week. may possibly cause a slight nightmare now and then. but i, will no, bother you very much: you will continue the love business al the old stand until you sell cut and get another girl. or the sheriff in the guise of a rival. carries of the goods. and you are compelled to lay in new stock.
 An drop into these reveries some times. and my memory floats back to the golden days when l. a slender youth a-wooing went after dozen or more girls. How my heart beat eternal fidelity to the sweet eharmer who happened to be around at that time. browsing like the imaginary calf in metaphorical clover. and dwelling continually in castles in Spain Yes, my son. those were days of balmy sunshine. ~hen paradise seemed to have opened her portals tor me to look through. and nights of glorious. mellow moonlight. when
 '' You old fraud. stop making fool of yourself and come and empty the ash bucket.'
 come. my household angel Excuse the interruption. my son: bu, you will be married. some time, yourself. and