Year: 1874

A young coulle from the rural districts
attracted considerable attention in town last
Saturday, although they didn't once suspi-
cion that all eyes were upon them, and no.
ting their every action. They were in that
bread and butter with asses on stage Of
love that makes prince and peasant alike
moist and gushy, and alike oblivious to OF
careless of the gaze and opinions of the out
side world 1t is beautiic state of ex-
istence, and the woman or man who has
grown old without experiencing it has skipped
the most thrilling chapter in the book Of life.
To be, or not to be beautfic-that the is
question. Whether it is nobler in the man
to battle alone ard unloved against the
world, or to take girl in his arms and turn
away from it. In one voice we exclaim,
"Give US the girl!''


So felt that young Granger. Ten thou
sand mathemalicans and sea serpent
couldn't have divided that young couple ns
they leaned up against sack Of sidemeat in
grocery, and clung TO each others clothes.
Fortune might have enptied her sack at that
youths feet, and be would not have stopped
10 touch the treasure. Fame might have
held her brightest jewel an inch above his
head and he would not have reached for it,
His country might have called until she was
hoarse, and he would not have needed her.
Angles might have beckoned him to come
away and skip with them along the green
banks of the beautiful river, but not skip
would he have skope unless that girl could
nave become his companion skipper. Moth
ing tut abs Lutte cremation will ever have
power to remove her from him, and even
then be will cling to her as long ae there is
enough of her left to make grease spot on
bis shirt bosom.


Long they stood there and well. Inquis-
tive people stepped outside the door and
gazed in upon them, and whispers went
around the crowd, Got it mighty bad amt
they? Don't she snuggle up to him, thought"
"Watch bis arm now-heh-see there?"
Still the girl pressed up against his side and
wished that tue sun was turned down that
John might capture the kisses that were
drowning in the nectar of her lips. Still he
squeezed her arm, and admired each gem Of
ireckle that shone on her fair face like
strawberries in dish of cream. Closer to-
gether drew their faces-so closely that
scarcely thought conld pass between them
A great awe fell upon the assembled multi
tude, and they awaited the crisis in such
deep silence that you might have heard a
stitch drop--Just as the lips of the lovers were
within hairs breadth of touching small
boy in the crowd broke out into demoniac
laugh. The enraptured pair were jerked
back into this world with suddeness that
nearly dislocated their necks and sent buck
cts Of blood to their faces. He looked as
though he had been caught whipping his
grandmother and she looked like she
was sorry for him. The wild light faded
out Of hi, eyes, and he pulled his hat over
them The kisses lay dead on her lips. and
she pulled them in and pressed them tight
to her teeth out of sight of their murderers :
Hand in hand they left the grocery, and
with faltering steps. they departed for the
sylvan shades, where they may fondle
each other, and exchange vows and. saliva
in sweet seclusion.


But confoud that boy! He does not de.
serve to ever have girl-Except for bis i'll
timed cachination, this story would have
been longer and sweeter.