Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-12-17

n whole dollar, ana 50 buo iie''S
ounulated, and the chancellor gov 80 ga.
cited and tremulous that he had 10 gov
~, In a scarlet waist to help him count
= mn at the last, and he gave the thin-
lister sly poke in under the nun u
and told him lit was just good enough
for him." 80
Rut the merriest, prettiest scene Oh
all was out in the long, low ki.cnen'
with the yellow pumpkins anu rosy
apples piled in the corners, whero ou
lights we're swaying lanterns hung hign
AGAINST the ceiling, and where, Inside
tbe row of deacons and brethren
standing with their backs against .he
wall and the pickering shadows dancing
across their grim, rugged faces, was
double, triple circle of the happy, nearly
country lads and lasses playing WIN
noisy enthusiasm and unconscious grace
the old game of ''chase the squirrel.
Have you forgotten the romplng olo
frolic so full of fun and kisses; forgot
ten how you sat in one chair IN che
center and your best girl in another ana
how YOU kissed her when you began anu
then held her chair close against your
own in the mad chase that followed
when William Merritt tried to catch ana
kiss prim little Prudence Putnam? no"
she flew around those chairs with lighter,
swifter steps than ever Jimmie fowefs
tripped into his favorite minuet, dartlng
breathlessly in and out among the giris
and bows, and how his heavy boots
stamped and pounded the hard floor as
he pursued her and caught her at last,
painting in corner, and for one prlei,
blessed minute held her close and kissed
her, and how the pair in the chairs
kissed, too, for company, as they gave
their places up to the runners! Ihere
were wall-howers in the game, too, just
as there are at any ladies' reception, and
witching little lasses who were chosen
again and again, until they were too
tired to make the work of winning
kiss long or wearisome. How old Aunt
Hannah rolled her huge corporosity out
of the "front room" and through the
crowd again and again to see II her Genie
were being chosen enough times. Poor
Genie, who never was chosen at all, and
whom boy wouldn't kiss for the world,
though she was most dutiful daughter.
Now one little merry daring maiden
comes up to the teacher, who is trying
to be dignified, and bids him catch
her, and another naughty, witching
little lassie with hair so yellow that
| it would make Ada Rehan's imported
tresses look furnished, waylays the
| L I'd fhnSo
tossing curls of gold just out of his
reach for such forever while all the
other deacons slap their knees and
poke each others sides with delight,
and then they all join hands in ring
aad play "Going to Boston," with a
girl in the center blindfolded and all
the boys changing places continually
until she catches one and feels of his
head and face with her little brown
hands for clew to his identity. Have
you forgotten that game, too, and how
those little cool, futtering hands feel
against your hot face, and how you
tried to keep your very heart from
beating lest it betray you, and how
you kissed her when she said YOU
name; and don't you remember whor
it was your turn to be blindfolded, and
you caught her, how you could see hel
all the time, but still you lifted the
long brown braids, and smoothed theil
shiny surface; you touched the warm
white neck and dimpled cheek, ani
felt for the little ring on her hand
that you put there yourself before 20,
| fa11 H.,
it was to say that name anyway befor,
all the people, and your changing
voice began in the lower register ant
ran the gamut to high on the las
syllable?
And through all the uproar children'
voices in merry music rang out from tn,
minister's study, rising and falling t,
the tune of
1.-The needles eye doth descry
The thread that runs so true;
There's many lass that I've let pass
Because wanted you
Truly-truly-truly-"
sang the low. sweet refrain, until in tn
ring of little lads in roundabouts an
lasses in short skirts, winding slowly be
meath an arch made by boy and gin
with clasped hands held high above thei
heads, little maiden in a scarlet froc
was chosen, whose wealth of brown curl
fell over the lads face as he kissed hel
And then the supper of "baked mea
and beans" and pumpkin pies in squar
tins of which we all wanted the corne
piece, cake with candy hearts embedde
In the frosting, and cookies with raisin
In the center; and how the ministe
lifted up his voice at the table in ele
quent thanksgiving for being thu
blessed in basket and store" while hi
wife went down cellar after the butter
which they had forgotten, and made tn
tea out of the package the grocer's wifi
brought, and put in some more on
OF her own tea-caddy to make
strong enough. And what ouantitie
OF beans and pickles and frosted cak
there was left-enough to save the mir
listers wife from baking up any thin
for couple of weeks. At ten ocloc
we all went home with the moonbeam
dripping splendor over us and the mu
pulling off our overshoes at every ste,
How each boy CALAMITY escorts five c
SIX girls home, and then takes his ow
sweetheart through the glory of tn
moonlight all alone to her doorste,
while the little stars laugh at the prett
comedy, and the winds watt the old. oil
story to the lonely pines, and the mi,
isters wife scrapes up the pumpki
and crumbs off her white floor an
cleans up the mud off her parlor carpe
and wonders how she will ever get thing
put to rights again, and the ministf
searches for the notes of his S1nda,
sermon which ha had 1,ho.;o.,