Year: 1872

How They FELL IN LoyE.-They
had grown up together in the full sense
of the term, and that was the matter.
They had eaten each others mud pies,
taken the Group in each others snow
forts, cried over the sums on each others
slate, tipped over each others ink bottles,
sopped up the ink with their mutual
handkerchiefs, told" on each other in
about equal proportions, and made up"
in common exuberance of sobs and sas-
safras. They had played at lovers be-
hind the wood pile, been married by the
prize-speaker, been divorced by the 'irst
base," been reunited by the ministers,
and gone to housekeeping in the peat
swamp at regular intervals, as far back
as their memory extended. She had
blue eyes, and never understood vulgar
fractions. He used to miss so that she
might get to the head of the class. One
day she braided her hair in two little
braids behind, and tied it with pink
lutestring ribbon at three cents q yard.
When they walked home together he
touched it gently to signify his approba-
tion, and she blushed like May flower.
1t could not hane been lovg after that
before she grew shy at singing school,
and was apt to be going home with her
brother. In another year, when he went
to st. David's college, she cried herself
to sleep, forgot to crimp her hair, and
said nothing was the matter. So, of
course, when he came home on his first
vacation, it all happened as it could not
very well help happening to the end of
all young things dreaming or old ones
warning. She sat in the choir in blue
dress with white spots, with pink bon
net and pink cheeks, and sang in very
sweet little country voice, that quivered
and curled about the pillars of the sum
ny white meeting house like innocence in
an open field on May day, you might
have thought, and you might not. He,
grown rather tall, rather quiet, with
long hair, and the unmistakable st. Da.
vid,s shawl, sat below in his fathers pew
box-and listened. One Sunday it chanc-
ed that the Rev. Mr.. Love, the recently
settled and very popular shepherd of the
meeting house, felt moved in the spirit
to preach to his flock a sermon on chris
tian amity, and to suggest as its most fit
ting musical accompaniment, hymn 857
of the Sweet Singer OF Israel Gust in
troduced.) Ab, you excellent mothers,
with washing days on your mind, and W
excellent fathers, struggling to keep your
faith under the discovery of Toms first
cigar, do you never suspect in your STU
pid, good hearts the solid comfort rolling
into your spectacles as you sing, and
your soul aglow with all the hidden
meanings of fellowship in one Master
they love but never know-do you ney-
er suspect the flirtations conducted over
that admirable hymn 1t may be very
much too bad, but it is very much the
case. 1t is quite as bad in me to suggest
the sacrilege to your young people.
Bless your indignant souls, they stand in
need of no such suggestion. Ask them.
| do not deny that it is atrocious in me
to spoil the hymn for you; but that is
another matter. She then in her blue
and white dress, with sunbeam strup-
Cling through little ground glass gal
lery window on her pink bonnet, sang:


Blestlbe the tie that binds


Our hearts in Christian love:


The fellowship of kindred minds


Is like to that above.


1t struck him that her voice was less
ike incense now, and more like melted
silver, which was very good fancy, by
he way, and he would make a note of II
against some indefinite exigencies as
,lass orator.


Our fear; our hopes. our aims are one.
altered the little silver voice. and so
inkled into this:


When We ssunder part,


IL gives Us inward pain.


But We shall still be Joined in heart
Ind he, turning round with the audience.
Jack to the Rev. Mr. Love, as was the
ashton in the Bloomsbury First Church
ifted his face to hers and their foolish
Toung eyes met-met and dropped, and
be work was done.-EIizabeth Stuart