The Wichita daily eagle., 1893-11-22

SWING SLOWLY Wnen V0uuR iOVVrS uicct
/ in the electric touch of a kiss, in ti:e
poetry of melted glances, in the elo-
quent pressing of hands
The train pass ed familiar street
! whose long line of glimmerlng lights
stretched as far as the sight could
reach, affording passing glimpse of a
massive church. black and gloomy look
ing, towering into the night.
To the two young people who saw it
from the window of the passing train it
would always be dear spot.
Doesn't it look deserted, now?" she
| cried, 81 wonder if they took all the
| pretty decorations away?"
The train had proceeded haltingly at
! first. but now as it neared the suburbs
1 it was dancing along at fair speed. It
shot past side streets, running off into
the dark; the gloom here and there was
| illuminated by the red lights of saloons
| and billiard halls. Sleepy looking po-
| licemen and watchmen stood at the
corners.
1t did not once occur to the happy
young couple in the sleeper that the
world was pursuing its daily round.
just as if they had not been married at
all. To them, everything seemed to
have caught the spirit of the happiness
they were experiencing. The lights
blushed with sympathetic glow; the
train rumbled along musically. Even
the passengers must feel that this was
an extraordinary occasion. And the
world outside that was reeling past the
windows; here bristling with number
less lights, and there running off into
hopeless blackness and gloom. seemed
full of new beauty.
Are you very happy, Mabel?" he
asked.
very" she said. land are you quite
sure that you are as happy AS if it had
been Laura Deane instead of me?'
He laughed. II never asked her to
accept the honor" he said. Perhaps
she would not have appreciated it if l
had AS it is, am more than salts
| fed"
did you think che looked pretty to-
night?" Mabel asked; Il suspected that
she felt pang of jealousy as she stood
beside me. Wouldn't both of you have
been glad if she had been in my placer"
she added teasingly.
81 do not suppose such thoughts are
keeping her awake" Clarence said,
''but do fear that poor Jimmie Frank
Inns slumbers are badly disturbed to-
night. eh?"
do you think SO? < am sorry If it
troubles him. only hope that he is
quite as happy as am
81 used to think you had q tender
ness for Jimmie" he said ut may
have been jealousy in me-"
Il never cared for anyone but you
she replied. II didn't care a snap for
single ono Of the gentlemen who paid
me attention. You were the only one,
Clarence"
The lights Of the city had vanished
behind. The train was roaring along
through the night The gloomy world
lay asleep; the locomotive dashed along
like great, restless monster on some
momenteus errand. The semaphore
signal and the operators light at
wqyside station flashed by the window.
With his asm about her, Clarence
drew her head to his shoulder. To
have her ALI his own for the rest OF his
life was joy enough for him. Uncou-
sciously, his mind ran ahead into the
future; he saw themselves living hap
PLY together, loving each other none
the less after the passage of years Ma
turity had added sweeter charms to
her. Through all the years to come she
would listen for his football coming
home and would meet him at the door
with smile and kiss. His wife! His
pulses throbbed delightfully."- at the
thought
Neither spoke. He was filed with
blissful reveries. She, tired and
weary. was resting her head confiding-
ly upon his shoulder. No words were
needed to give utterance to their happi-
ness. 1t was enough to know that
they were each others and that they
were together.
Only the monotonous murmur of the
train broke the silence. The passen-
gers had sought relief from WEAKNESS
in slumbers and the only light that
burned in the car was that hidden be-
meath the pink shade.
Rousing himself from the delightful
train Of thought into which he had
fallen, he stopped to kiss her. The
brown head was dropped so low upon
his arm that the face was quite hidden
from his gaze. She was perfectly still.
Very tenderly he lifted her head until
her eyes looked straight into his. A
silvery tear glistened upon her lashes
The look she turned upon him was one
he could not understand. They gazed
mutely at each other for an instant.
then his eyes dropped to her folded
hands. While he was thinking of the
future, she had slipped his watch from
his pocket
But it was not upon the dial that she
had been gazing While she had been
resting SO passively in his arms she was
looking at the picture of beautiful
woman-not her picture-glued fast to
the inside of the case.
He took the watch from her hand
quickly. and his eyes fell before the look
ofearnest inquiry in hers. She did not
speak.
"That-that picture" he STAN
mcred, "that's-that's, ah-that's
friend of my sisters"
The brown head dropped back upon
his shoulder. She was sobbing half
tearfully She refused to look up to
him or speak.
.'Oh, Clarence" she cried, "Why
didn't you tell me"
And this was the beginning OF his
married life.-R L. Adanson, in At
lanta Constitution.