The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-10

/ This was more than than the spirited pony
! could bear, aud with one long spring, be
l overturned the vehicle and It's inmates into
/ the gutter thar Tan ei51E the roadside. For
/ tunateiy no. image resulted, but the capsizsi
vehicle eifectIaiv piniJued my fair COM
| paliou I!uIs-.eara D. uCJn the carpet II
| green grl,-. ! IVES free Gud dIscerned the
l situation "A. q Z a C, and as my eyes rested
| upon those IF the entrapped utterly. Just
| the falutes5 smile Of the righteousness OF
l tie position passed over her flushed face, d
I tiny speck OF the muddy earth from the
damp ravine lodged uere aud there upon her
/ dimpled cheeks.
Determined 70 make good use Of my op-
p0rtunity. l asked her in a quiet, uncon-
| cerned voice If she were in pain, to which
she replied:
"Yop-a little" she added after a pause.
a mischievous twinkle playing about the
blue eyes.
Would you like to be let upl' asked. q
"Yop." she replied again in the same mis-
cbievous way, and turning her coquettish
head with It's extravaganza OF dIsheyelled
golden locks to one side, She bsheld large
mellow peach, torn in two, the rich juice
trickling over its edges.
That's too swfully bad, ;" she said, look
ing at the luscious fruit and reaching out a
slender hand for it.
"Estelle. do you love mel' / asked, earn
estly, advancing few steps toward her.
"Yop,n she replied, unconcernedly, as
though she were a child again and answer
ing her catechism at Sabbath school, still
reaching Tor the juicy fruit
"Estelle." l said, quickly, ere the word
had left her dewy lips, coming close and
bending over her. will you be my wife, my
little pet, for lifef'
i knelt close down beside her and waited
with trembling and fear like one suspended
over boiling caldrOn, when / heard in low
musical whispers, and the letters were kissed
one by one from the precious lips:
''Y-o-p"
Ere the last letter had left her lips, with
herculean strength threw the overturned
bedraggled form in my arms, kissing her
flushed cheeks and lips in my wild joy until
they were as scarlet as peonies.
"O-h, OH, What Is the matter!n she cried,
as soon as l would let her speak. "Oh,
what have you donep
ut is Just this, my mischievous little
butterfly" answered, hurriedly, as [ bent
over the half-smiling, flushed face. 81 have
proposed, you have accepted, and you shall
be my own dear little wife within fort
night forever and ever. There, is that suf-
ticientm / concluded, kissing her again.
drawing her Goser to me.
"O-o-o-h, OH. have I-you-oh, what
have donel didn't meant. Did You
must-not-k-i-s-s m-e."
OF course | did not.
She flirCed, romped and frolicked just as
of old. "Just to try my love-" she would
sweetly whisper, but l ded my suspense
by urging and obtaining a fortnights en-
gagement, after which l spirited her away
to quiet mountain nook, where we spent
three Of the haPpiest months of our life.
swiftly by, and there is a second little
Estelle, the very picture and counterpart of
her mother, to claim a share in my affec-
tions. The mother is the same Estelle that
she was on that memorable afternoon in
june, except that she wears the mantle of
maternity with the grace and dignity that
she should, but she can be, when she tries, the
same winsome, teasing, mischievous girl as
of yore Her mothers heart leans with
JOY and her face lights up with delighted
pleasure when she looks upon the little tot
uering feet as they follow the easy path
which she so happily trod.
The mischievous little pony is with us
still, and we treasure him with loving care
He is as plump ana round as can be-, and as
he stands with the early June sun gIistening
upon his sleek red coat, looking dreamify in
upon our little group through the oozy
library window, through which floats in on
the still summer air the mingled perfumes
of roses, violsts and lilies from the garden
underneath, slowly blinking his large eyes,
it brings back with sweetest pleasure the
day that is dearest of all to me As a fit
PRELUDE to our celebration, bend over and
imprint kiss with all the fervor and 10y
of three years ago upon the noble brow that
nestles on my knee. The pony now bears
the poetic name Of Cupid, although il ill
BELTS his mischievous nature, and he romps
about the lawn and flower garden with the
dignity and freedom of king in his pal
ace. He is happiest when little Estelle is
placed upon his round sleek back and kicks
with childish glee her chubby heels into the
wavy folds Of his sides, or when she coaxes
him to lower his proud head that she may
caress his soft, velvety nose with her baby
hands.
l have never regretted the absolving of
my vows and essaying the guidance of a
happy little family over the trouble seas Of
life.