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Youthful Adoration

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Day
15
Month
August
Year
1895
Copyright
Public Domain
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He loved her - very much! He thought that he had never loved half so much before. And she? Well, she may have loved him; that he didn't know- he hadn't asked her. She was 20. She was the most beautiful creature he had seen. Her hair was black- as ink; her skin was wl te- as a lily; and her oyes- how brilliant they were! Thsy seemed to look into his soul. And he wondered iĆ­ she knew it. He had never seen anybody so ravishing to look at- not even in fancy. He had never before left his food halftasted on his plate- not even at the seaside hotel. He had never beiore found it a task to close his eyes at night- not even when he had been ill with fever. As for her, she looked upon hini with favor; she would take his hand as they walked along the beach, and when the waves rolled farther than she expected on the sand, she would cry, "Look out, Harry, dear," or the llke. He presumed he ought to be happy- there was no reason why he should not be; others in his position would have been. Ah, yes; it was well enough- untll the 5 o'clock express from the city eame in. Then she would be dressed in something wonderful in blue-andgold, or in gray-and-blaek, or in pinkand-white, and she would walk in the gardens of the hotel and chat and gossip with the men who had been in town all day. Of course, when he caaae up, she treated him civilly, and TO-had no fault to find- no fault, that is, in order. Yet he asked himself sometimes if she was treating him as one individual, or as a species. One day, fourteen trunks were loaded on the van at the side door. A good many of the trunks belonged to her. She was going away. She came to him. She was dressed for traveling, in a tailor-cut gown with plaitings of Indian cloth on the front of the waist, and with a black veil that could not hide the sparkle of her eyes. She held out her hand to him in goodby, and then impulsively she took his head in her hands and klssed him. What a thrill went through him! He looked up- she was gone. ly he heard the rumbling of the van. Then he heard nothing- except that he imagined that he heard his heart beat. He was all alone, and he let his head drop on his breast, and he crled as though his heart would break. For, after all, he was only 6 years old.

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Old News
Ann Arbor Register