The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1891-10-30

dreaming, most probably, of him; ana
he retires to rest in a state of supreme
self-satisfaction-and is likely to have
visions of some other and hitherto for
gotten girl.
The courtsEip begins and prospers
somewhat slowly, as courtships VIII
when carried on beneath alien eyes;
but one day he calls and asks her to
walk Happily they are suburban and
natural, SO Angelina asSentS; she is
lovely and liyat-headcd. Tom gallant
and gay. He knows of path in To-
mantle piece of woods, 4 lovely bit OF
forest with fallen trees and broken
ridges and purling, winding brook
little oasis of nature left in the desert of
advancing civilization for just such hap
py pairs as this They talk of the last
dance they attended in the winter; he
tries sentiment, but she insists on re-
calling the incidents of that evening in
a very different way: How very pleas
ant Dick Darcy was, and what delight
full dancer, his step quite suits minc'-
which was not what Tom planned at
all.
How can he make point while
hearing his rival praised?
In the midst of her chatter about the
delights of the past season. she steps
on a root running zigZag across the
path, and hurts her foot Instantly
our swain is all sympathy and pity.
VIII she not show him where { wc:s
hurt? No, of course not; she could nos
do that, and, besides. how would it help
the matter? Then he sighs and wishes
il was her rounded chin or pretty hands,
that he could make them wcu by an
old recipe his mother had when he was
n little child. She, never thinking,
asks what it is, and when he says: "a
kiss" she cxcIaims: ~Ohr' and trips on
ahead of him, blushing furiously, but
feeling pretty happy after all
This episode was not in Toms plan,
but he thinks it a good one and be-
Geves he has scored a point
They come to fallen tree; this Tom
had remembered, and given it a proni-
nent place in his proposed campaign.
He would hold her hands aud help her
over and-but the girl vaults lightly
across unassisted, and Tom says some
thing rather bad under his breath as he
thinks that there was a fine chance
lost
They walk along in the cool green
shade until the brook is reached; then
low water and tells Angelina to step
on it and so pass dry shod- But she
spies piece of rock and makes a step
ping stone of that, declaring that she
could not think of crushing his foot be-
meath her weight Tom looks at the
slender figure and springy step and
laughs at the idea of her hurting him,
but groans inwardly as he thinks of
tEis hAfprr r,lanr,n1 10
gone astray. The only results are
wet shoe and the bottom of hls new
trousers badly dabbled.
Angelina is sparkling as the sun
shine, as enticing as beauty, good
health and warm heart can make her;
but Toms courtship does not progress.
She is very will-o-the-wisp along
conversational paths; as he seems near
ing the desired point, she is off and
away on some other line of thought.
He follows and tries to take the lead,
but with the perversity of her youth
and sex, she avoids the very thing she
most would have, and will not allow
him to say one word even vcrging on
sentiment. At length Tom lapscs into
monosyllabic replies, and looks as he
feels-very downcast and little
gloomy. She watches him furtIvcly,
and begins to take a less hcartlcss
tone. He is quick to see the change,
so maintains his respondent manner,
letting it gradually harden into auster-
ity. AS he becomes severe, she softens,
until, declaring she is tired out, she
throws herself on a green knoll,
spreads out her pretty draDcries and
prepares herself to be propitiated,
coaXed and courted-
Tom feels instantly that his chance
has come, and, honest gentleman that
he is, shows his joy in his face He
throws himself down quite near to her
and falls to praising her dress, her hat,
the fit of her gloves, the dainty chain
around her slender throat 1t is only
the beginning, and soon love makes
him eloquent, though his heart is beat
ing furIou5,y and he has forgotten
every speech which he had PR pared
No matter; her heart beats as last as
his and every throb pleads for HIM as
he speaks-until at last he draws her
toward him, lifts the dropping head,
takes one long glance into the soft
brown eyes and lets his lips touch hers
in the frat kiss of love. His veins
throb, and, forgetting himself for an
instant, he holds her SO close and tight
that she is frightened and begins to
cry. Then he feels as if he We're a
criminal and pets and soothes her into
quiet
They sit there long. hand in hand,
saying little, only feeling that the su-
prcme good has come to them and
that life is very beautiful
So IL is that some men court and to
some women Is granted the boon of an
exquisite association of blue skies,
green woods, messy knobs and running
water with their hearts bright his
tory. To all such the face of nature is
forever beatified, for il is hailowed by
the sweetest recollections that belong
to the glory of youth, beauty AMI love.
Some time ago the question was asked
of many writers: ''What is the hap
piest time IF n woman's life?' Perhaps
if they hal answered truthfuly they
would have said: The days of court
ship, when / was wooed by the man /
loved the very best" For, though
dearcr and deeper joys may come,
there is nothing SO beautiful. so JOYOUS
and natural as Loves young dream"
Lee Z. Hardy, in Once Week.
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