The age-herald., 1900-09-23

So friend, and thou wouldSt ever be
 man of mirth, not misery,
 Be just and gentle. brave and bold
 And then thou need'st never be old
 -Loveman.
 An unloving and unloyed life is the most pitiable of all conceivable conditions of hu- manity. The one begets the other. Whose loves not, he shall not be loved He shall walk the unlighted way to the unregretted end. Like begets like; love, love.
 The most beautiful of all things in the world is a young girl. That which may ibe next in superlative beauty is an old wo- man. The one may be the promise of the other; one the others noble fulfillment
 At eventime a man awaited his maiden's coming under the vines. The mother joined him, and the two talked of many things, each thinking of her. By and by they saw her as one afar off; she always was very far away except when very near. She seem- ed as the spirit of dawn kissed by the sum- down glow She was as if rays of light went out from her, flashing bars of glory from her dream-youth and her sunshine heart. Her eyes were illuminants; the nim- bus of her hair halo. She bewitched everything. Laughing and swaying In the unspeakable abundance of her joy, she hur- ried along, the incarnation of every good and perfect thing in this world. She trod the way on springs of youth, jauntily as some white bird of the sea rising and fall ing with the unslumbering tide of living green. Perceiving the watchers, she threw high up her hand white as carved stone of Carara, and 1t quivered and seemed to speak as songbirds speak.
 The mother and the lover had been silent since the maiden frightened the distance, each thinking of her, each adoring, though differently. What the mother thought only those whom God has made mothers can know; what he thought was primarily, what lovers had thought in all the ages be- fore him and what lovers will think in all the ages to come! Every man knows; every woman has been told.
 The man spoke to say a prayer that the maiden might be even as was the mother. He was mad, and she blamed him not in tight of the cause. Any man would have been simply a cheap fool not to have gone mad about that maiden! Yet the mother beautiful and nobly true-rebuked him al- most angrily crying the chid's youth, youth, youth! For not only she inher- ently and outwardly beautiful in surpassing measure, but-her youth.
 Her youth will be left at the altar-rails an offering that shall be holy, but her beauty shall remain her own and the worlds to gladden., even your own. he made answer to say. Her youth is a gift given for but little while, but her beauty may be as your own. fadeless as the prom ises of God!
 The mother looked at him closely and there was light in her eyes as if new truth were born. She passed her hand up to her graying hair and stroked 1t con- fusedly; her lips closed, and for one mo- | ment she was rigid as alabaster Instantly | he recalled from the far shore of his child memory a story of her which he had un- l willingly heard, and was glad he had spoken. The repressed storm within the i woman subsided as 1t had risen. and with | smile that might have been youths she | placed her hand upon his sleeve and said | tensely: "Tell her that; she is coming to | you!'
 | Maiden youth found the lover alone. | As with that beautiful mother and the 1 beautiful daughter Of youth, so with all