Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-05-15

| hills and down TO the lakes. As they go down
the stairs he gives a slight pull to her skirt
as hint Of his presence and his supreme devo-
ton. A swift fash in her eye and a quick
movement OF her lips reveal her recognition
of his caressing touch.
THANK heaven, there is no one herep they
exclaim as they enter the dining room. They
seat themselves side by side at a table in the
| 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 darlingin she asks.
with an intonation as IL she were ascertain
and wished information whatever on the
point
II don't know; who is it?n he responds, as
If he had no knowledge ON the subject.
ssDon't you knowi Well, this is my pre-
cious darling.n And she reaches under the
tablecloth and clasps his hand, while from
her eyes there flows melting tenderness as
she gazes into his face.
"Am II Oh, you sweet, sweet sweet
little darlingr' and there is a convulsive pres
sure of their clasped hands underneath the
end of the table.
Meanwhile the waiter has placed their
breakfast before them
Il amt bit hungry she says with a
charming air of languor.
AREN'T you2 You poor little sweetheart
Try and eat just little, just to oblige your
ownest own"
She delicately pecks like slender bird at
the food and then drops her fork.
"Oh, | can't eat anything Let's talk"
She looks pleadingly into his face and contin-
ues: "Tell me again if you love me, darling
Do you, do your
Eyes, my beautiful queen; you know l do,
don't you, little sweetheartl'
Whose splendid darling are youl Whose
noble boy are you, can you guessr she que
ries, with tone full of wooing sweetness.
''Yoursln he asks, with a tender expression
on his face
''You know you are my beautiful lover,
my splendid darling, my lovely boy! You
know you are, now don't your
yes. do know. And now who is my
idol, my queen, my blue eyed, sweet Tipped
sweetheartN
"You know It's mel' she says. with
rapturous effusion.
And thus they murmur on, the world for
getting and by the world forgot There are
intervals of silence eloquent with the shifting
red and white on the cheeks of the girl, the
lights and shadows of her eyes, and the wor-
shipping expression Of the youth as he watches
her mobile face.
''Therem she calculates as she RECEIVERS her
self, somebody has come in. See, he is COM
ing this way He is where he can hear u.s.
Isn't it horrid that he should comes We will
have 70 leave, all ON account Of him.
"Tm so sorry, my angel We will 60 out
and spend the day together, and you'll be
better.n
''But I'm afraid, my own, that we'll be in
terrupted by intruders. There are so many
here, and you're so darling that some
of these hateful women will take you away
from me, and then I'll die.n
mo, my idol, nevern
A troubled look came into the blue eyes Of
the girl, touching sadness spread over her
face, and her chin quivered from uncontrol-
able emotions Suddenly her eyes fell on the
display Of food and dishes, fash of inspira-
ton lighted up her countenance and she said,
as with a swift motion she picked up one Of
the dishes:
"See, darling, here are some onions. Let
us both eat them and that will bind us to-
gether To the rest of the world we viii be
offensive, TO each other there will be no
change"
They ate the onions, and instead of the in
diligence Of vulgar taste it was in the ma
ture of a sacrament 1t was compact that
bound them 10 each other and which isolated
them from the remainder of the world 1t
was a guarantee that for long time she
would not receive the attentions Of some
other man and that he would not firt with
another woman.
I A.. ~.
spectacle it seemed charming development
Of the affection which possessed them II was
pledge of adhesion that could not be vio-
lated; it bound them 70 each other as with
chains Of steel: it secured isolation for their
love and its sweet manifestation. | rever-
emily named it not eating onions but the onion
sacrament.
IL may be thought by old maids, by younger
women whose veins run with cold currents
from glacier heart, that the conversation
which have given to these two lovers is ex-
aggerated, impossible, silly, absurd. 1t is
nothing of the kind; they are the expressions
of profound attachment; they are the gen.
uine language of the enamored couples that
haunt twilight recesses, who frequent dusky
retreats, who seek isolation, and who, in
gentle murmurs, exchange their mutual ado
ration.
These are enchanting hours when the youth
and the maiden whisper TO each other their
passionate thoughts in speech unique but
fondly expressive; when smiles ripple over
the lips; when all the words are honeyed and
balsamic; when clasped hands are a line over
which electric impulses pass and repass, thrill
ing with their rapturous influences; when her
head is pillowed on his breast; when her up
turned eyes beam into his with bewitching
gladness; and when the future seems rose
hued, caressing, equable in its felicitous prom
ises.
Let no one mock at these revelations The
onion sacrament has a broad, deep meaning
apart from its superficial observance. 1t was
the suggestion, the creation Of a love that
was willing to undergo the test Of suffering
While redolent TO others of an unsavory
flavor, it was to them as fragrant rs the sweet
breath of roses Ii was in their estimate an