The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1891-12-02
OLD SOILS YOUNG LOVE.
And She--Well, She Was Unmiatakably .
Daisy.

Daisy.
Early, quite early, in June was il
when first he began to WOO her. He
came from over the hills and saw her
standing among the sweet grasses Of
the field; and, bending low, he pressed
a kiss upon the white arms that were
folded over her heart of gold. It,was
the beginning of life to her. She was
only an innocent child of the country.
So how could she know that the kisses
he gave her had been and would be
! given in all their warmth to all the
bright faces that came across his path?
Poor, pretty little one! her delicate
form thrilled with new life when he
poured food of passionate kisses upon
her bowed head. and she opened her
white arms to receive his warm
embrace, and gave her beautiful heart
of gold mp to him in an ecstasy of
idolatrous love. And when she raised
her fair face, aglow with happiness,
toward him, he saw how really beauti-
full she was, and all day long he lin
gered about her, and the day was one
OF glorious sunshine to the foolish lit
tie thing. With a promise to return on
the morrow, he went away at sunset,
and she was alone. All! how long and
dark the night seemed. But in the
morning she was again there, at the
same place, with her arms apart to
welcome him. He came with a kiss
that burned into her heart. And so
once more she lived and was happy in
his sunny smiling presence. All
through the merry summer days they
met, aud she grew fairer every day in
the light of his rapturous devotion.
But. by and by his visits grew, if not
less frequent, certainly less long. Per-
haps it was because the intensity Of
his love had burned her heart
until it seemed less golden, or the fair
ness of her face was beginning to fade
beneath his gaze. At all events he did
not linger by her side as many hours as
he had been in the habit of doing, nor
were the kisses he gave quite as burn
ing as they had been. OF course she
felt all this, but what could she do?
Although her heart was breaking
through his neglect, she was always at
the old TRUSTING place to meet his cool
ing glances with bent head and slender
arms stretched appealingly toward him.
though the embraces she longed for sell
dom came. At last she faded so that
he passed her by with the very slight
est touch of welcome when thew met,
One day as she stood among the tall au-
tumn grasses, with pale face bending
toward the ground, a young girl passed
Though the meadow.
November, and a daisy?" she cried,
bending above the dropping flower face.
And then she stopped and raised the
| poor, half-withered little flower and
began to pull off the white arms which
had grown multitudinous throughout
the summer long. zone love-" sang
she; ''two 1 love, three +"
"You do, do your" The interruption
was followed by an embrace that out
rivaled the daisy's faithless lover, and,
for the want of something else to say
Gust to show her indifferences), the
blushing girl exclaimed:
"Ah! but you're crushing the daisy's
hearth
And just then the sun came out from
the clouds, and never blush had he at
sight of his. poor little summer love,
crumpled and broken in the hands OF
these two human lovers true.-N. Y.
Advertiser.