Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1888-04-06

wet, lie Will play lawn tennls' anu
sweet apparition he is in 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 a fool he Is about
the girls. What an old ass he is.
There's another, not a brother; in
some thirty years gone by you'd have
known her by the merrilnent that
sparkled in her eye, She is the good
sister who feels just as young as she
ever was" She's kittenish thing,
vet she'd be little more kittenish if
she was little less elephantine. Fris-
Ky old girl, how she does love 10 climb
into the swing at the picnic! Weighs
two hundred and fifteen, and makes
the swing creak like a hoistening
tackle. Higher. Mr.. Thinshank.
Higher Oh, higher! You can't
frighten me! I'm not one of the scary
sort of girls" You bet she isn't. Has
six children, and if you'll just mistake
her for the eldest daughter-a sweet
slender girl, with an oval face, spirit
uelle expression, and figure as grace
full as swaying lily-she'll ask you 10
dinner for a week. Plays Pussy
wants corner and Hunt the slip
per-" Loves to "teeter." With an
eighteen foot broad You have TO pull
all but about thirty inches over 10
your side of the trestle 10 make II bal
ance. When the board Is balanced
right in the middle. she can fire the
young mems Bible class up into the air
as though they had been fired from a
catapult. When her end of the board
bangs down on the ground II jars all
the buds off the trees. Fond of noun
tain climbing. Usually faStens on 10
a Young man to drag her up. Older
brethren too weary. They dragged
her up hills when she was younger.
Besides, the old dyoungsters retain their
old-time prejudice in favor of younger
girls. They help her daughters mp.
Man never mistakes kesmother for daugh-
ter going up mountains. Apt 10 make
that mistake about luncheon time
only. Oh. we know the Old-elderly
that j., middle-aged woman who Is
"the Youngest of the lot" And, know
ing her, we fly from her-that Is, as
well as a man who has long since shed
his wings and raised few acres of
corn can fly.
well, then" you say, ARE the peo-
pie who are already old, and those
who are getting there, TO avoid the so
ciety of the young people?' BY no
means, beloved, by no means. Mmgle
with them rs you grow i'll years; it
will keep your heart young. But re-
member you are not as young as you
used TO be- and that old people can't
do the juvenile act at all gracefully.
Don't bore the young people. Goaway
when you see they are tired of you.
You don't enjoy them half so much as
you let on you do, anyhow. The 9th
er evening ! went 10 the house OF a
dear friend TO meet some young peo-
pie whom he had invited for that pur'
pose. | arrived somewhat late There
were two parlors and a music room
full of young people. Bright, happy,
handsome faces; rosy cheeks, laugh
ing ewes. clustering curls, dimpllng
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 very
tears Of genial sympathy and happi-
ness would dim his eyes. And what
were they doing? Sitting in three cir
cles. each circle Of intelligent human
beings, with undying souls and i'm
mortal intelects, passing long string
rapidly from hand to hand. Round
and round went the string, the human
hands moving as though it were
matter Of life TO keep that belt going,
while one earnest young person stood
i'm the center Of the circle sOlemnly
watching the string, which had a key
strung on it somewhere. By and by
he pounced down upon the white
hands of the very prettiest girl
i'm the circle The key was found in
them. The crowd shouted hOarsely
and shrieked shrilly, as though the
Gauls were at the Gates. The girl
blushed, laughed, and stood up in the
center of the circle The young man
blushed. laughed, and sat down in the
chair she had vacated. The string
and the elusive key resumed their
round. 1t was game. They were
playing" They asked me to join
them. Join them.
Great Scott.
Did / ever play such a game as
that? Did ever play Pussy wants
a corner" or Copenhagen Did ]
ever play kissing gamesy' Waugh!
Scat, Did /?
Brethren, fear did. But if, after
the manner Of men, have played in
all the games going at Ephesus, / have
sense enough TO know couldn't do it
with any show of grace or nature
now. We who are past it, beloved,
want TO keep out Of the swim. The
afternoon sun is the pleasanter, after
all: the evening shadows have a soft
ness and tenderness that you never
see in the morning, and the man or
woman who gets over into land OF
the afternoon" and keeps on feeling
younger than ever loses all the
sweetness Of the mellow time Of life.