New-York tribune., 1884-01-27

listening posture, though never letting 60 oi my
arm, and would see The sheen IN her e,ycS-caueI'
from her soul and now here else for tine llght was ~
them when we stood whore no star beams cOulu
fall and where there was no lantern radahcc, -a'
she rolled them from the black scene mp 10 "hcIe
the marble like sails melted into vague spaces.
breathing slowly. as though she saw more III "ua,
she looked at than the water aud the darhheSs anu
the whtish loom of ships canvas. ,
She eonld not have iattcred me mere sweetly than
she did by appearing 10 pay no heed 90 the Pass'e
OF time Most of our conversation ~ nor thlns I'D
be repeated even if could recall il. for my notion
il that what passes between lovers j. q sacred mat
ter. no matter how foolish their talk might sound.
What right have you TO expect me 10 tell you how
often | kissed tins girl whether | put my arm
round her waist the and hopes whispered.
and her carcsses and answers Why should young
people wait Till they are alone to talk ana behave as
swecihearts it every squeeze, every sigh, every KISS
every look is to be put down in black aud white
ara given TO the w0rldi Would Florence have let
put my lips 20 her soft checks and softer mouth
wOnld She have met as She did all that my love Tor
her had to say, had the sun stood over our sast.
heads, instead OF slip OF moon weSterlhg iaSt
No. boys the darkness hath its secrets, ana ~ Tor
letting them he. A. much aS choose TO tell you.
you may relish and make the most Oi. but cali me
n the lOatng land d-lubhcrs You put your tongue
to, if yOu find me burning glare On thc Strath-
mOre's poop for other re-; on than that an hahlS
may Jack Seymour and his Australian pear
making love. Nor after all, might you much thank
me for spinning out this yarn. by an exact us
closure of job in the nice handn1 ot when s3liot
men are but clumsy fists. There WeI" spfiiS oi
silence between MS ont and away more pOctcdl ana
eloquent than the finest language hat was ever
spoken and who is going To describe thcm W men
people make love they never talk II rs ~ Is written
down in b01ks--nUt they; there's small heed "i
grammar. there's too much meaning for long windcd
speeches. and most of the sense thatS found goes
out of the words into squeeze OF the hand. SOFT
euing of the eye the fondiug of Nlsp Of halr pas
the ear, blush. q smile coming aud gong Oi the
breath that takes the place OF purring among men
and women. That's 1t. boys; ana that's how 1t was
with rs. Oh of cOurSc tlcrc were intervals OF Nr@e
between Ms breIkiugs fact into our heaven, ike
the arrival, by balloon Of car tUll of comnitrchl
gents among the angels. We would talk of Clifton, 0i
aunt Damaris ny. and of MT. AlphouSo llaWke, ami
of Emily very tendcrlyl and of my uncle and aunt
and cousins but the weight of my passion was
always too much for even the sturdeSt Ot such
topics that never long upon any one "i
them before we had it slOping away under Ms, ahd
thcu-p'ump we would fall into lOyc-luaklng. unili
sudden loud call Of " Lay aft some hands to the
weather majn-braccs. Ease of your bow lines Tor
ward Look alive. men - started my darling, wl"
exclaimed: Oh. Jack what time can lt he
There = Ciuci. under the skyhGht twenty
minutes to 10 Florence
" l. il possible! then, mdod, ] must say good
night. What viii my aunt think ana as tne
watch on deck cam" rumbing aft, srepIly grow wling
rs they stepped dp tie poop-laddcr and hmging
down the coils of braces rs # the thunder OF the
sound over the heads or the cuddY pl-srngcrs was
an annoyance that dill them good "a think OF, con-
Quoted Florence tO the COMPANION. aud with a
lingering hold Of the hand wished her good dnght