Evening journal., 1890-03-20

guests a4e Odt On lne porcA or On ~ la
hills and down TO the lakes. AS they 20 down
the stairs he gives a slight pull 20 her skirt
as hint OF his presence and nis supreme oevo-
tiou A swift fash in her eye and quick
movement of her lips reveal her recognition
OF his caressirg touch.
"Ihauk heaven there is no one heren they
exclaim as they enter the dining room. They
seat themselves side by side at a table in ths
furthest corner.
The waiter is temporarily out Of the room,
and the couple avail themselves OF the oppor-
tunity TO converse.
who's my precious darlingfn She asks,
with an intonation as ii She were uncertain
and wished Information whatever on tho
point.
Il don't know; who is itgp he responds, as
il be had no knowledge on the subject.
Don't you knowi Well this is my pre-
cious darlingn And she reaches under the
tablecloth and clasps his hand, while from
her eyes there flows a melting tenderness as
she gazes into his face.
'Am II Oh, you sweet, sweet, s-w-e-e- t
little darlingln and there is a convulsve pres
sure Of their clasped hands underneath the
end Of the table.
Meanwhile the waiter has placed their
breakfast before them.
Il amt a bit hungry she says with a
charming air Of languor.
Aren't your You poor little sweetheart
Try and eat just a little, just to oblige your
ownest own
She delicately pecls like a slender bird at
the food and then drops her fork
"Oh, | can't eat anything. Let's talk .
She looks peadingly into his face and contin.
ues; asSTell me again if you love me- darling.
Do you, do your
Yes, my beautiful queen, you know do
don't you, little sweetheartin
''Whose splendid darling are youi Who's
noble boy are you, can you guessp she que
| res, with tone full of woolng sweetness.
| "Yoursr he asks, with a tender expression
on his face.
you know you are my beautiful lover
my splendid darling, my lovely boyl You
know you are, now don't youF
Yes | do know. And now who is my
idol, my queen, my blue eyed, sweet Tipped
sweetheartp
"You know It's meI she says, will
rapturous effusion.
And thus they murmur on, the world for
getting and by the world forgot. There ar
intervals of silence eloquent with the shifting
red and white on the cheeks Of the girl, th
lights and shadows of her eyes, and the wor
Shipping expression of the youth as he watche
her mobile face.
"Therein she CALCULATES as she RECEIVERS her
self, somebody has come in See, he is CON
ing this way He is where he can hear u.
Isn't it horrid that he should comet We wi
have to leave, all on account Of him.n
I'm so sorry, my angel We will go ou
and spend the day together, and youll
bettern
But I'm afraid, my own, that Wen be il
terrupted by ntruders. There are so man
here, and you're SO darling that som
of these hateful women will take you ava
from me, and then I'll die!n
mo, my idol, neverln
A troubled look came into the blue eyes
the girl, touching sadness spread over be
! face, and her chin quivered from uncontro
able emotions. Suddenly her eyes fell on ii
display of food and dishes, flash Of inspni
ton lighted up her countenance and she sal,
as with a swift motion she picked up one
the dishes;
''See, darling, here are some onions. r.
US both eat them and that win bind US L
} gether. To the rest OF the world we win /
offensive, to each other there viii be 1
change
dulgence Of vulgar taste it was in the n
ture Of a sacrament. It was compact th
j | bound them to each other and which isolat
r them from the remainder of the world
Z was a guarantee that for a long time s
Y would not receive the attentions Of sor
r other man and that he would not Airt wi
+; another woman.
0 When | lighted on the true meaning Of Il
spectacle it seemed a charming developmel
7 Of the affection which possessed them It W
r pledge of adhesion that could not be vi
; lated; it bound them to each other as wi
!, chains Of steel: it secured isolation for the
+ love and its sweet manifestation reve
J. emily named it not eating onions but the oni
n sacrament.
l 1t may be thought by old maids, by young
r women whose veins run with cold currer
n from glacier heart, that the conversati
e which have given to these two lovers is 4
If aggerated, impossible, silly, absurd. 1t
a nothing of the kind; they are the expresso
Il Of profound attachment; they are the e
r uine language Of the enamored couples I'll
Z, haunt twilight recesses, who frequent dus
IS retreats, who seek isolation, and who,
gentle murmurs, exchange their mutual az
i ration.
h These are enchanting hours when the you
p | dul hub uldAueu Whisper 10 edIu Dbuef IN
's passionate thoughts in speech unique
ID fondly expressive; when smiles ripple o,
the lips; when all the words are honeyed a
At balsamic; when clasped hands are a line o'
u which electric impulses pass and repass, thr
a ing with their rapturous influences; when
"a head is pilowed on his breast; when her
ie turned eyes beam into his with bewitchi
lt gladness; and when the future seems r.
-h hued caressing, equRble in its felicitous pro
he ses.
le Let no one mock at these revelations.
as onion sacrament has a broad, deep meani
St apart from its superficial observance. 1t y
a. the suggestion, the creation of love Il
e, was willing to undergo the test Of sufferi
ID While redolent to others Of an unsav,
favor, it was 70 them as fragrant as the sw
ID breath Of roses. 1t was ~ their estimate
" aromatic incense which was most accepta
n. at the altar of the divinity Of love. Poll
ge in Chicago Herald.
as Gaslight Health Agent.