Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1905-10-26
In the Later
Years
BY Analusia Barnard
Copyright. 1895, by Anaiusia Barnard

The boy and the girl met in Sunday
school She was six. rather old for
her years: he was twelve.
They were selected to speak q
piece" together, a funny little thing in
which she held her hands behind her
while he guessed what she held. He
repeatedly failed to guess. Then she
would urge him to guess again. Final
IS, losing all patience, she would cry,
"Oh. you great big. stupid boy-Ive
just got II kiss for YOU" Then, throw
ing HIM IL sugary cake. she would run
off
Soon after the dialogue episode his
mother sent her an invitation to the
boys birthday party. Filled with
pride. she exhibited the tiny note. with
its pictures of birds at the top
At the party she had splendid
time First. each Of the little girls
was given pair of ribbon rcns with
which she must catch 81 horse and trot
him past the grand stand, where the
Judges sat smlingly in armchairs. The
girl caught her great, big. stupid
boy" and was happy.
After that a man in long black
robe did wonderful tricks and the chill
dren's eyes grew wide with wonder.
Then, such n supper-boullon ana
turkey and chicken salad, each In
turn, like II Il grownups. And olives!
whats them thingsT asked the
boy, when he discovered the olives.
Look like pecans."
''Oh. you great, big. stupid boy, don't
you know olives?" the girl retorted
scornfully.
"Yes, but wanted to see if you did,
grille" he answered.
The little girl turned and looked at
him. why do you call me that?'' she
asked.
"W'hy do you call me stupid boy?''
he returned
Because that piece said So" she re-
piled, her blue eyes smiling into his.
Don't you like iti'
I'll don't mind--from you," he said.
But you haven't told me why you
call me grille persisted the girl.
well because-bccause | like you,
and that's what Uncle Jack calls Miss
Paterson. | heard him say i can call
You grille when folks are round, but
when we're alone l will call you sweet
heart"
Sweetheart the little girl MUIR
INJURED. Papa calls mamma that
sometimes. Sounds pretty don't 1t?
He must love her lots Does hc?"
mo more than | love you,' he as
serted proudly, playing with her curls.
Her hair isn't half as pretty and she
hasn't got such big blue eyes, Mamma
says you look like an angel, so there"
he blurted cut half ashamed Of having
voiced his admiration.
Il don't want to be an angel" she
retorted decsively. But after she Got
home she decided that she liked the
boy better than ever.
The children were friends for two
years. Then business reverses came to
Mr. Hurlburt, the little girls father,
and they went abroad to live.
you'll always be my sweetheart,
grille" the boy said to his little girl
friend when she left. "And I'm going
to marry you when l grow up. Don't
forget me-"
And she, understanding little of his
meaning, said, II won't" Then she
lifted her face for his farewell kiss.
And the boy remembered, and his
NO., 81, 90
grille" She knew that the memory
of the childs sweetness and innocence
was good for her boy.
The drawing rooms of Mrs Apple
tons handsome home were thronged
with guests. Two men stood talking,
apart from the others. Their eyes
We're on the slender, graceful figure Of
a girl on the opposite side Of the room.
Il ann sure | know her or have known
her" Robert Worthington was saying.
Il wish she would turn around"
Il believe she is some one whom
Grace met abroad Jack Appleton re-
turned Her name is IIurlburt. Come,
I'll present YOU" And without wait
ing for his friends reply. he started
forward ana Worthington found him
self being introduced to Miss Hurlburt.
Il think | used to know Miss Hurl-
burt long, long ago, before she was
quite grown up" he said, looking at
her frankly lie had held her in his
thoughts SO long that the meeting did
not seem strange to him. but to her
his smile was like the perfume from
far off fowery fields which she had
passed through sometimes, but could
not remember where nor when.
II think Then, " th a rush OF
memory, it all came to her "Oh, you
are the boy | used TO play with be-
fore we went to Europe to live. I'm
so glad you remember me, but it's
strange. How could you"
~ was IA ca.augl, ia De imrfps sian
able, l suppose" ne said. still looking
at her, 81 have always thought of you
as grille
They were alone now "Girlier she
exclaimed 1T sounds pretty. doesn't
it?"
The man laughed boyishly That's
just what you used to say IN the old
childhood days"