Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1895-04-06

WueTe tuc WOOu Ivy uuSCh uuu Ntiils
Daffodils nodded and cowslips bowed
rs she passed upon her way. A lark
got up and rose singing to heaven.
She sped out Of the meadow and into
the sunlight. and the sound Of her
young laughter fiOated down the val-
ley; echoes Joined 1t there. and the lit.
tie ravine gurslcd with merriment.
Miranda stopped, with her chin In the
mir, ana listened. Was II all the echo
Of her own delight, or was II something
more? The peal Of her mOckcry died
into the somber copse. and out Of 1t,
fresh and clear, q voice trilled merrily
on Its upward way. Miranda stood
and waited.
He came up the bank Of Wild now-
ers. Ills face bright with the love Of life
and laughter. nnd mt the sight Of her
he paused. The two faced each other
for while In silence. and then a smile
ran round Miranda lips. and tho young
mans eyes sparkled with merrlnent.
II took your laughter for signal"
said lie. making his beaming saluta-
lions; "but I reckoned little upon 20
charming an designation"
1T was but signal to the spring.
sir" says she, with dainty bow.
"Nay," he replied; II make no such
distinctions between the seasons. I
laugh the whole year through; It II the
manner Of the wise. You will perceive
my jOcund humOr. fair mistress. Be-
lieve me, It's not the within Of an hour
cOntrived by the gliiles Of spring
morning. but very settled disposition
Of the mind. am broad based upon
gayety."
"Ah! to be gayw cried Miranda; ito
be gay IL to liver
"Life Is at our feet" said the merry
youth. II take nm Infinite pleasure
In its complexities Believe ME. moth.
Ing should matter, save the twinkling
Of an eye or the dimplIng Of cheek"
"YOu are right" said Miranda. smil.
Ing. "How can one have enough Of
laughter?"
I'VE are Of one MIND" he answered
pleasantly. "Let M get into our corner
and be merry together"
"Why nOt?" said Miranda. "Why
not?"
'~rhere are 10000 pleasures in this
silly world" he went on, ''nnd. for my.
self, have not yet exhausted the tenth
part Of them. Count my years, then,
and make three score and ten the divl.
dend, aud what remains? Pack them
into the hours ever 10 neatly, and you
will not exhaust the store. And that
h why I am spendthrift Of pleas
ures. exc not out my delights.
would burn twenty In o straw hat out
Of sheer caprice and toss dozen to the
ducks upon the lake for pity"
"Yes, yes" agreed Miranda.
"Time," he continued with fine sc0rn.
slime has discovered uS . conspiracy
Of ages to enthr0ne this melancholy.
But We are no traitors to our rightful
being, you and !, aud we will clap q
crown upon the head Of Laughter, and
lay the usurper by the heels In his
proper dungeon"
HE were better there" replied MI.
randa thOughtfully.
''There IL never care" he assumed
upon which We may not trample. no,
. trouble We may NOT forget. What q
fool he Is who would nurse Ills sorrow
and not bury 1t In the deepest Sravew
"What fool" murinured Miranda
dreamily.
"ShOuld one lose a friend, n fig fol
friendship" quoth he. "DOes one cas-
a lover. a snap for u hundred lovers
What has been remains. and what !,
shall be-"
Miranda said nothing.
subtract love from life," said tn,
young man, "and love remains.
would have the world know that low
Is n pleasant cipher, an amiablc ant
entertaining mood. and that life 4
left when love Is lost. There Ia NJ
love. 1t were more truly writ In tn
plural and spelled with small letter.
Miranda turned upon him swiftly
"Fie! tie!" she cried, and the light fash
ed In her eyes. II know nothing of TIL
love, but ! dare swear there be thing
that matter. Take these from life an
what will rest over? Is there not sOr
row, and Is there not pain? know
nothing of these--I am too young :
the world. But there they stand, sil
importuning at our doors with out
stretched arms, aud one has only to III
the latch to let them In. You wOul
deny the very pulse OF human natur
when you ignore these evils. You wOul
f0rswear the very weakness which La