Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1893-09-07

Louis and Mary spent their first
summer vacation at their home near
the country village. They were both
at that age when love ofromance over
shadows all else in life. The practical
and real will come soon enough, but
they do not obtrude themselves on
young hearts when all the surround
ings are bright and joyous. These
young people lived in castles in
the air, and they hoped that if the
realities of life were to run counter to
their dreams, and their airy castles,
they might never awake. Not a ripple
broke the harmony of their young
lives.
Much of the time was spent in sail
ing on the little lake. They called it
sailing, but their honely craft had
neither sail nor mast on which to fix a
sail, or place to put rudder. 1t was
a frail thing which Louis had managed
to put together at odd times some
thing after the nature of raft, with a
rough box-like structure built much as
children build play houses. This
served for protection from sun and wind
and rain, and as it was the only craft
that foated ON those waters, it had the
right to go anywhere aud everywhere,
and no one cared to object or protest
against it. In order to direct the
course of the craft and control it, a
sculling oar was fitted in the end Of
what might be termed the prov, and
thus easily and ready was Louis able
to manage the little float.
So, drifting and floating in whichever
direction the wind blew, they had
naught to do, save tell the story Of
their love, and over and over again
they told it, and it neither grew mo-
nOtonous, nor did they weary of telling
it. Leisurely and unconcernedly they
drifted on, with now and then a slight
wind from the bluffs to break the
the smoothness of the placid waters,
and they wished they could float all
the years away, and at will land on q
shore where love weighed supreme and
always.
''Louis, if you love me, tell me So"
"Did you say if, Mary? In the yo-
cabulary of love there is and can be no
if. The little word has never come
betwixt your love and mine. 1t must
not now. If chases love away. IFS
flourish where there is least love.
They drive the schOolboy to despair,
and make him hate his books, his
teacher and himself. and yet, ifs are
the rounds in the ladder of fame which
enable the student to climb to the top.
In that blissful realm where love is
queen there can be no ifs, because
love would die were an if admitted
there. There never was yet a heart
large enough for love and an if to
dwell together. [ know there is not
an 'if' in any part of my being when
love for you is my theme"
''There now, Louie, | like to hear
you talk that way. That is, music to
my ears. 1t is real poetry-the poetry
born of love. But why don't you keep
on telling me you love me?"
"Why, Mary, only yesterday [ told
you hundred times that love YOU"
''True, true, | remember now you
did, and to-day L want you to- tell me
SO a thousand times. [ live only in
your love, and that withdrawn for a
day, or lessened by somuch asa breath
of air, and [ care not to live. Tell me
you love me: not in words, for they de-
ceive. Tell me with your eyes; tell
me with your cheeks flowing with the
blood through veins that ought toknow
no other duty but to bear the messages
of love from your heart to mine, tell
me through silent lips of the height,
depth. and duration of your love-. Put
the story in big volumes and be ages
telling it, that l. may know that am
truly loved"
MARY, since early childhood l have
told you the story of my love-. and it
has been the story of my Life. AS life
grows apace, my story grows, too, and
whittier [ tell it with eyes or lips, with
heart, OF soul, it shall be the love you
ask of me- 1t shall take me ages to
tell it, then let me live those ages in
your love, and the story tells itself
TO live and to love are one. May
Heaven never close the cordsthat bind
our hearts together"
Thus these lovers talked. The great
big world and all therein were moth
ing to them. Love was everything.
Did Heaven hear that prayer?
The summer vacation ended, Louis
resumed his studies at the college.
His class would graduate in the spring.
The fall months pass rapidly. and
winter finds him busily engaged in pre-
pairing the paper he is to read at COM
mencement. The professors expect
much of him. He has been diligent
and tireless student, and his heart in
his work His theme is one of great
interest throughout the land, and par
ticularly to the farmers. Brought up
on farm himself, and at home and in
the college close student ofthe effect
the tariff has on agriculture, he ap-
proaches his subject of Tariff Re-
FORM with his whole soul full of we'll
matured thoughts.