Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-09-30

lover was ready to fight fellows much big ger than he if they dared to insinuate that his lady love was not the prettiest girl in town.
 Courage itself in defending her before others, yet it was the rarest thing that he could summon enough to say more than Good morning." or stGood evening"" when he met her. But the little follow was wiser than he knew; too shy to tell her what was in his heart, he resorted to a language far mo<e beautiful than ours. The choicest, most beautiful flowers he, could find were carefully gathered and sent to her, with no word accompanying them. Lewis, his bosom friend, was always will ing to be the bearer of these tokens, and, on his return, faithfully told the eagerly-l waiting Chessie what she said and how shal looked.
 It was not long before he confided in me-. and soon understood that even for this darling manikin the course of true love did not run smooth. Lewis liked Emma, he told me with d sigh, and he had seen her smile at him. Poor baby heartl Must 1t always be sol, Can you not be exempt from such pain, if only for these few short years of child, hood9 l tried to comfort him, but he walked of with his hands thrust deep in his pockets, look of desolation on tho l chubby face.
 A short time after heard voices under the window by which was sitting, and, looking out cautiously, spied Lewis and Chessie in earnest conversation.
 "Lewis, do you like Emma very much" asked Chessie, with an anxious face. "Yes," promptly replied Lewis, ''better | than any body 'cept mamma and sis Ehae."
 Here was situationi I listened eagerly for what should come next
 tDo you claim her for Q sweetheart, Lew. isl" came the anxious little voice. "Yes, and I am going to send her some flowers tomorrow" (How Ilonged to shake the little tormentorD
 | A long pause followed, during which Chessie seemed to be thinking deeply, then
 "Lewis, did show you all my marblesi l I've got some new ones" :"
 'No: where are theya" was the eager re- ply.
 "You must wait minute," and Chess ran quickly into tho house, soon returning with box of marbles which he rattled 50 as to make Lewis eyes open with surprise and envy. He displayed his treasures, some twenty or more, and watched the effect on his companion. Lewis fingered them with wistful eyes, and asked coaxingly: "What will you take for these, Chess" holding ur half dozen of the striped beauties.
 srll 0iue them to you, Lewis, If you won't claim Emma for sweetheartr'
 "All righti" came the emphatic response, and the marbles were pocketed without do lay.
 Chessie's mind relieved of it's burden, he was ready for any fun, and soon the two were scampering about, as full of frolic as the Texas ponies in the pasture lot across the way. .....
 A day or two after, we two, Chessie and I, were returning from walk, and just as we were near the church steps, and few yards from the parsonage gate, we saw Emma coming from the opposite direction and much nearer the gate than we.
 Isis, can get to that gate before Emma does," he asserted.
 I understood that he wished to show Emma how fast he could run, and gave him an encouraging nod.
 'Try it." said.
 It was very dusty, for this was small town, and the ''dirt" streets and sidewalk. were never sprinkled except by rain.
 Off he started, full tilt, kicking up a cloud of dust, and almost hiding the sturdy little figure. Emma came on nearer and ne-. .l the gate, and there was demure smile o1 the face meath the broad-brimmed hat 'Ahl he will win," thought l, when dow1 came Chessie flat on his face right at Elm mas feet! The picture was comical in thu extreme. There lay the little knight prone in the dust at his lady's feet, his little rec perspiring face streaked with dust, and hi confusion so great that he could not lift hi eyes to catch the smile and blush witt which she hurried on, for my ill-suppresset laughter had taken the power of speacl from her.
 Ihelped the crestfallen knight to arise but was unable to comfort hum over the un lucky accident The embryo man could no endure the thought of having made him self look ridiculous. especially in Aer eyes.
 All that long summer the beautiful chil' romance was the source of keen interest and the dear little lover's unselfshness trust and constancy taught me lesson which hope will not fail to bear fruit In tn years to come.
 A year has passed since then, and tn home letter of recent date tells me tha Chessie is still true to his first love.-Cor Bailey, in Chicago Journal.