The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1890-12-20

throbbings OF our frames, we had
caught the spirit which prompted the
free-bird 10 its Offering OF song; We
had thrown kisses at tho reflection
upon the surface of the placid pool; we
had grlsped each Others hearts. AS we'll
as hands. and thridded on where all
was peace. and love. and beauty.
That was but yesterday
Today but time Is nothing TO US.
1t is not measured. To Us IL Is not n
quantity.
Twas but moment ago / saw her.
and yet you call il yesterday.
Is her spirit not my splritP Is she
not with me constantly Though space
forbid the eye its feast, yet is the mind
not filled?
Ahl Yesterday for worldlings: to-day
-now--and tomorrow - the coming
now-for me.
Sit here. Madeline. / heard your
loving call and my heart had played
rapid response.
How beautiful you are tonight
Tomorrow! Tomorrow
Ali tomorrow makes us one. Yet
methinks. no word Of mouth. no holy
liturgy. no purer essence OF sainted
sanctuary. can render closer our bound
ing hearts.
Oil the rapture and boundlessness
OF Godgiyen lovei
Come nearer. dear. Your hand feels
cold; or is il that my own is overheated
from the glowing the feyer--of
affection within me?
Let us talk ,Aout our life not lives.
Have attended to all the detailsp
Have prepared tho little home?
Why ask me? Why think of such
things. They are earthly. Yet yes.
they are belongings. They are part
Of the whole although so material.
But you were not with me when the
final touches were givenp Did we not
drapc little herep Did we not change
chair upon one side. and transposo a
picture or two upon the otherp Did
we not take one long glad survey of
all ere we left feeling that when we
again crossed that threshold IL would
be 10 enter our common homeP
Oh! what thoughts this word home
brings TO mel
A home / have not known. save at
your side; home i will not know, save
with YOU ever rs its queen. Home is
your presence. whereSoeyer that may
be. Lead me to the barren sands OF
the sun-stricken south; call me To the
algid peaks OF the distant north; speak
to me when journeying on the bound
less waste OF the mighty deep. and
will follow on. for | shall only be "go-
ing, going home"
Tomorrow has comet is counted
as to-day--we call il now.
lis that day which has been SGT for
the ''consummation Of our bliss"-as
they call IT,
Ah!-maybe.
But can supreme joyIbe added untop
Have not our hearts beat as oneP Can
more come from repeated vowP Are
we 10 look fora greater love.a love we
have not known
1t cannot be. Love cannot exceed
itself.
But harkl Tho wedding strains bid
me Come"
Come to whatp
Come" to the bcginningp No.
Come" TO the endp Never for there
Is no end. Such affection has no limit
Come" then. To It's holy plighting.
ALI! well. It's holy plighting. Yes.
arise and critically sean myself in
the large mirror. give my tie just q
little touch. | smooth out an imagin-
airy wrinkle in my sleeve. remove
little speck of dust which had some
how found a resting place on my other
wise immaculate bosom. Then do
feel readyg Yes. / was ready before;
yet. strangely, there seemed to he an
invisible hand which tried to restrain
me-which strovc To draw mo back.
Some baflled spirit sought 10 deter me.
is not this frequent experience
among those who thus approach the
altar?
Tho impression. not of dread. but OF
something you cannot fathom. describe.
or name. fastcns itself upon you-al-
most commands yoa not to advance.
This Is cast OF. however. aud you
start forward upon the greatest yolun-
tary event OF Your life.
So il was with me and loft my drcsa-
ing-room. passed TO her side, aud
stepped nervously beneath the canopy
of iiowers where lasting unity OF
hearts was to DO pledged.
A few words aud her little. pcarly
hand rested calmly and coniidingly Ia
mine; the magical ring was adjusted
which helped TO bind the sacred COM
pact; then few more seconds aud
volume of congratuIatory epithets wore
showercd upon IA.
Afterward the rustling OF fabrics a
quick slam TO the carriagc-doOr. and
wo were whirling over the even road
way Co our home.
There everything Il in readiness