The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-22

There's nothing half so sweet in life as
loves young dream"
So sang the bard of the Emerald Isle
and every mothers daughter of US knows
it to be true. Observe, please, that the
well-posted poet said land poets are sup
posed to be better posted on such subjects
than every day mOrtals): Loves young
dream not the love dreams of young folk
only. 1t makes no difference the years of
the dreamer if the heart has remained
young enough to harbor a heavenly guest,
love itself is always young and fair, and
age, like beauty, is generally but Skin
deep"
If you have forgotten how you used to
feel in the green and salad epoch of exist
.ence, renew your youth by taking a stroll
any of these fine evenings unoer the UNI
brageOus shadows of some public park.
Byron was right when he remarked-for-
getting in his mOmentary earnestness that
.chaste elegance of style that distinguished
him-"The DEVILS in the moon for mis-
chief Or is it cupid, instead of his
satanic majesty! If you are crusty
bachelor, wander alOngin meditative mood;
or if you are a spinster, staid and solitary
take a big dog for company and protection.
If YOU are married, take the ''other half
along-the contagion viii do you both good
1t is not malaria alone with its attendant
-sprites yclept rheumatism, neuralgia, ct
cetera, that you will encounter o. nights by
the light of the moon, but another malady
more catching than either, to which all
flesh is heir. An observer in Central park
New York, thus relates one evenings's ex-
perience: Eminently proper people, labor
ing under the idea that this is a public
place, might object that these straying
couples are bit reckless of the conven-
tionalities, not to say the proprieties of
society They are certainly very human
and very natural The mere freedom of
their intercourse is a refreshing thing to
one wearied by the dull and decorous sound
of artificial restraints. They are not wise
with the wisdom of the serpent, perhaps;
but if they are foolish, it is as the cooling
doves and blushing roses and the tiuttering
butterflies and the melodiOus nightingales
What desert this merry world would be
without Just such follyl How many sages
would exchange all their wisdom for just
such happiness!
Helloi What is this? Three coming up
the walk together That young man ha:
not read his 'dOn'ts'' of etiquette, or he
would not walk between the two maids.
Besides, one cannot tell to which he is par
tial, for they are strOlling along idly with
out touching one another, while the girls
talk across him. Is it a case of ''How
happy could be with either were the other
dear charmer away!' No; as they pass
into the shadow, the young man and the
young woman on his right are drawn to-
gether by some magnetic attraction, and
their hands are clasped while their heads
touch In q moment they are in the lamp
light again and have separated, with shy
side glance ut the other girl 1t is plain
that she has been brought as a concession
to conventiOnallty. Discreet little chaperOne
how well she pretends to see nothing.
All! They take seat just below US
She is very youthful chaperone-sister of
the maid or of the swain, wonder! OF
the swain it is clear, or he would not so
boldly move away from ner with the maid
at the other end of the bench. Their pas
sion is in its very infancy, that is evident
or there would be no such pretense of pro-
priety But the emotions bud and blossom
quickly in Central park. He is sitting very
close now to the maid of his choice. In an
other minute he holds her hand in his and
is pressing it. The other arm steals around
the back of the bench, and, somehow or
other, she is not sitting so primly as before.
Her head is resting on something that en-
circles her neck at the back Of the bench
and seems to draw her face around. They
are looking into each others eyes. Sud
denly they seem to have something to say
to each other. By simultaneous impulse
their heads approach one another. Will
they whisper softly into each others ears?
Closer and closer-come away, it is too
sacred for words or ears, certainly for
other eyes-the lips meet! The tale is
told
The little cBaperone is awfully embar-
raised. She turns her head away, blush
ing, without doubt Half-rising, she
rustles her dress nervously aL5 turns her
back upon the rapturous pair in superflu-
GUS consideration, for by this time they
have quite forgotten her with all the rest
of the world Poor little confidantei That
rascally brother has placed her in very
awkward position. Gazing wistfully into
the darkness, she seems to echo the cry of
the girl in the Scottish song;
Every lassie has her laddie
Meier q one have l."