Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 January 1886 — Love’s Young Dream. [ARTICLE]

Love’s Young Dream.

“It is a beautiful song,” ho said as the flute-like tones of her voice and the turn turn of the piano accompaniment died away in the frescoes of the ceiling, “but I am not partial to secular music. I love the grand old hymns best.” [ “Indeed?” she said, as she ran her fairy fingers lightly up and down the seven octaves. “Yes,” he exclaimed enthusiastically, “the grand old hymns for me.” “Well,” she murmured, as a rosy blush stole over her damask cheeks and the long silken lasheß shaded the bright and beautiful eyes, and a sigh soft as the perfumed zephyr that rustles the leaves in the umbrageous grove at eve when the diamond dewdrop trembles on the petals of the modest rose slightly stirred her bosom, “well, I do not know that I can blame you, for I am rather fond of a certain him myself.” Then a season of osculation ensued over which we regretfully drop the curtain.—Boß ton Courier.