The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-02-02
A SpinSter'S Reverie.

4'7A17 so'ne DER me as | write it My
H't.'t reVertS to cooling shades and
thslhg youth. 1t suggests all
%<,Ft thlngs in life freedom, self
hydrogen, oxygen. / have been
nsler since my ba"yho0d, mo-"
n k*7s. Don't You know there are
fzs about some babies that suggest
sterhood ? Also something about
salHslers that suggest babyhood I?
E1fflng to babies, my thoughts
H<ANer Oack through the vista u!
(which lie stretched behind M
AkF fair plaiSance to the per0id
sYARA was four. / we'll remember
as tire When nay elder sister taught
ne % play sold maid" We sal
1 "a the dining table, myself, pret-
lssssss Sstaf was younger than most
fnfanN cfthat age-in my high chaii;
tny twp sisters and one brother, ali
inside tfeleven. All !! how we play.
ed ; buteye, then fate bad singled
me out, for on me fell the last card
old maid They tried to impress me
with weight of my woe, and sue
ceeded 50 admirably as to have me-
bowling like young dervish in a
moment. Nothing would pacify me
until sister promised to make my
doll dress and give me penny,
then | consented to give over my
serenade. But how little did real
ize the hneyeh sweetness of that
WORD then. Now did anyone deny
me that fflicity, | should set up a
wall not unlike the one that cOnsum-
ed me long ago. and not even the
bribes which brought contentment to
my soul at that time would buy my
silence.
My brothers wife was up here to-
day with their two children. What
dirty little boy that is. q wonder
if | ought to say soiled p Yes, he
certainly is a soiled child. How
charming II is to have a small boy,
with grimy face ard hands, paving
over the kitchen tables, where one is
preparing dinner, then running into
the pantry and diving into the sugar
box with unclpan d;gits.
After they had gone | went up to
my room with a joy too deep for
words, and tell into sort of pream.
be- E
llock my door and no one can
sH7isN e'Asss ariug for admittance.
thrjSS. myself With graceful abandon
into a luxurious easy chair. before
my stove. | toss care and WOrIdli-
ness 10 weaklingS, and lose myself in
happy day dreams. Upon the in
cense Of the flowers in my window.
born out Of their own fragrance, rise
images of fancy and pictures Of i'm
aginatiOn. Ny visions soar aloft,
waited by the delicate perfume emit
ted by roses, sweet-scented gerani-
ums, heliotropes, etc.
No! connubial bliss is not what |
banker after, l am more than viii.
ling to take mine through observa-
tion | don't want it straight.
Yes. | am al old maid. How
like to dwell upon that one word
and roll it like sweet morse! under
my tongue. | have never in all my
sweet young life even envied Shake
sppare's toad. that feasted so sumpt-
uuusly upon the vapors of a dun.
geon. Never, since earliest infancy,
have l coveted anything that was
wholly worthless or insecure, but let
content, like sweet potato, sap my
life-blood and keep me perpetually
young.
give way to mirth on all suitable
occasions, Poverty has no terrOrs for
me, because l have no loving hus-
band dependent upon me, wailing
for whiskey and cigars. Adorable as
the men are, l feel perfectly safe to
skip lfe's journey DER without one
Of them holding my liIy-white hand.
Men. as rule. look so lovable to
ne that never meet one, clasp his
hand, and look into his eyes but |
feel, were l one degree less perfect,
would be tempted to love and mar
ry him. but - All what a world
Of soDhistry and subtleness that word
contains 1t hangs suspended, like
the sword of DamocIes, above my
small, proud head by a single hair.
Do not for a.moment suppose it is a
gray one. for no foreign element
lurGs meath my ebon tresses.
L dearly love to read of loves
young dream. and disport myself
among lovers quaint conceits. Why?
know not. unless it be to draw
aside the curtains of my own blissiul
heart, and read there the happy con.
trast; or. perhaps 1 have been
through it all in some other embodi-
ment. and know how c Mnet il iS