Year: 1877

nc has not strewn, or a jolly fellow
who will strew where he does not hope
to reap beyond occasional fits OF re.
morse and headache. And such boys
grow up through all the fancies and
follies, the dreams and disappointments
of other boys. They play and rest and
love and wander and kiss and quarrel
just as do the ragged urchins who veg
ctatc in the by-ways and alleys, and
there is as much OF human nature in
them as can be found in any Of the
less promising paths OF our thorny
journey. They may escape the moth
er's spank and the fathers birch TO a
degree that is not common among the
less favored who drudge for bread
from infancy, but they will be boys af-
ter all, and the bending OF the twig a
little more or less tells its story in the
full stature Of manhood.


Mr.. Bennett loved ard wooed just as
do other men who realize that it is not
good TO bc alone in life, and being a
conspicuous Characteristic owner of
the most valuable newspaper property
in the country the winner Of various
yacht races the hero Of the last walk
ing match, and q princely good fellow
in his own wayne could not escape
journalistic criticism even in his walks
and talks by moonlight alone. He
loved Miss May, a highly accomplish
cd and most cstimable lady, and there
was nothing to startle the world of
fashion or of business in the fact that
Miss May loved him and consented to
be his wife. How the engagement
got out to the public is not worth ask
ing about The Bohemian is every
wherein the parlors where love songs
are sung in the kitchen where the
household gossip is retailed in the
streets where the gallant displays his
arts, and in the romantic moon mel
lowed grove where plightcd vows are
whispered, and mutual love has no
hiding place for those who are the en-
Wed Of the earth. 1t was the misfor-
tune Of Mr.. Bennett and Miss May to
be distinguished above the oommonal-
ty, and they bad to pay its severe pen.
atty. Their betrothal crept out into
the public journals, and tbenceiorth
the Bohemian has never wanted for a
story with which to embellish bis con.
tributons, The time, place and man.
ner Of the wedding have pointed scores
of letters and telegrams, and the bridal
robes have been described a dozen
times by copious drafts upon the
bOundless imaginations of correspon-
dents But Mr.. Bennett and Miss May
arc only mortals, and they are not free
from the infrmites of the race. While
they love and engage like other peo-
pie, they have angry passions much
after the endowments Of man and wo-
mankind in general, and there is no
law, statutory, fundamental or moral,
that prevents them from loving and
quarreling, joining and parting hate
ing and iorgiving, just as other folk do
from day TO day without the world
taking note of il at all. They chose
TO be betrothed and then they chose TO
be unbetrothed, and there the matter
weuld have ended under ordinary ci-
camstances even with them A few
sparkling paragraphs would have told
the whole story, and the affair would
be forgotten in the next romance that
society shall offer to crafty the appe-
tite for social small chat. But they
do not seem to have discovered them
selves in the usual way. Instead Of
agreeing to go each according to his
or her inclinations, tho heart bruises
were exhibited in select circles of sym.
patbizing friends by one or both OF the
disenthralled pair, and insatiate scan
dal came to feed upon the thoughtless
drippings of iretted pride. Dame Ru-
NOR peered into the clubs to catch the
disjointed offerings Of the cups and
mould them into the playings for the
envious Then came q stalwart brother
to aggravate the sisters wounds that
be doubtless meant to heal, and an un-
romantic street encounter, with the
unpoetical rawhide to give zest to the
story, made wooing and whaling the
theme for every reporter 10 flash
throughout the land, and for every
drawing room and coal.holc circle to
discuss the names of Bennett and May.
Foolish courtships are pardonable since
40 many are nothing else, and foolish
love quarrels do well for poetry whore
the kiss Of forgiveness gives lustre to
song; but they iumble harshly with
the crack of the raw-hide aud the pru-
rient bent Of the reporters pen; and
the indignant brother would have
proved his worthiness of a beloved sis
ter, had he not made wOoing and
whaling household words TO make
memory usurp the place where forget.
tnlness should have been cnthroned.--
Philadelphia Times.