Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-06-22

creaSlnS belly Is Ho0 youA NoAeo
broken? your wind short? your chin
double? your wit single?" "And will
you yet call yourself young? File. fie,
fie Sir John!7 Don't tell us you feel
as young as the youngest of 'em. Don't
lie to US. Glow will white hairs be-
come a fool and iester?"
Why, brethren, you all know this
fellow. He never wants to be with men
of his own years. He crowds himself
upon the youngsters, and speaks of "us
boys" He insists on making zone of
you" on your tramps; breaks down the
first day out, and breaks up the party
by coaxing one or two of the boys come
home with him by train. He joins
your hunting party and catches the
rheumatism in every joint of his old
body the first night he sleeps in the
woods. He insists on going fishing
with you, and, wrath of Achilles! how
mad he is when he gets out! He will
play lawn tennis, and sweet appari-
ton he is in a striped jacket and
knickerbockers, especially if he be
quite fat, and particularly if he be
rather lean; and how like smoke he
sulks, if he is beaten, as he usually is.
And, oh! what fool he is about the
girls. What an old ass he is!
There's another, not brother, in
some thirty years gone by you'd have
known her by the merriment that
sparkled in her eye She is the good
sister who feels just as young as ever
she was" She's kittenish thing, yet
she'd be little more kittenish if she
was little less elephantine. Frisky
old girl, how she does love to climb
into the swing at the picnic! Weighs
215, aud makes the swing creak like a
hoisting tackle. Higher, Mr.. Thin
shanks! Higher Oh. higher! You
can't brighten me! I'm not one of the
scary sort Of girls. You bet she isn't.
Has six children, and if you'll just mis-
take her for her eldest daughter-a
sweet, slender girl, with an oval face,
spirituelle expression, and figure as
graceful as a swaying lily--shell ask
you to dinner for week. Plays
PUSSY wants corner" and Hunt the
slipper" Loves to "teeter." With an
eighteen-foot board you have to pull
all but about thirty inches over to your
side of the trestle to make it balance.
When the board is balanced right in
the middle, she can fire the whole
young mems Bible class up into the air
as though they had been fred from a
catapult. When her end of the board
bangs down on the ground, it jars all
the buds off the trees. Fond of mount
ain climbing. Usually fastens on to a
young man to drag her up. Older
brethren too wary. They dragged her
up hills when she was younger. Be-
sides, the old youngsters retain their
old time prejudice in favor of younger
girls. They help her daughters up.
Man never mistakes mother for daugh-
ter going up mountains. Apt to make
that mistake about luncheon time only.
Oh, we know the old-elderly-that is,
middle-aged woman who is "the young
est of the lott" And, knowing her, we
fly from her-that is, as we'll as man
who has long since shed his wings and
raised few achers of corns can fly.
well, then, you say, "are the PEG.
pie who are already old, and those who
are getting there, to avoid the society
of young people?" By no means, be-
loved, by no means. Mingle with them
as you grow in years; it will keep your
heart young. But remember that you
are not so young as you used to be,
and that old people can't do the juven-
lie act at all gracefully. Don't bore
the young people. Go away when you
see they are tired Of you. You don't
enjoy them half so much as you let on
you do, anyhow. The other evening
went to the home of dear friend to
meet some young people whom he had
invited for that purpose. I arrived
somewhat late. There were two parIors
and MUSHROOM full of young people
Bright, happy, handsome faces; rosy
cheeks, laughing eyes, clustering curls,
dimpling smiles, white, soft hands, and
faces of manly beauty, too; brave,
hopeful, happy boyish faces, it was a
picture that any man might stand and
look at with glowing heart, until the
tears of genial sympathy and happiness
would dim his eyes. And what we're
they doing? Sitting in three circles,
each circle ofintelligent human beings,
with undying souls and immortal in
lellects, passing long string rapidly
from hand to hand. Round and round
went the string, the human hands NOV
ing as though it were matter of life to
keep that belt going, while one earnest
young person stood in the center Of the
circle solemnly watching the string,
which had a key strung on it some
where. By and by he pounced upon
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