Life — June 17, 1897 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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> LIFE: HER FIRST KISS, A REALISTIC NOCTURNAL RENDERING, TO BE CHANTED TO SLOW MUSIC. O me the beauty of that night lives unsurpassed, All heaven and carth seemed blended in one grand, harmonious note. The stars seemed to scintillate in silent glee, as if celebrating there an hourly birth of stars. The moon, ever. melting from silver to golden, yielded forth a hypnotic power that left us both speechless. The white, dusty road for miles ahead gleamed fantastically in the moonlight, while, dotted along, the soft, fringy shadows of the trees stood out in playful pantomime. That indefinable odor of country air wafting on gave us new being, and, breathing all in with delirious delight, there was fanned to our faces a flame of glory which by the light of the moon and stars we read aright, and knew that we were lost in love. The white, dusty road grew whiter; the air wafted on yet more uplifting; and then, in silence sweeter still it seemed, he placed his arm around me, drew me nearer— tighter—till, touching my breath and lips with his, we found in my unconscious greeting one deep, soul-speaking kiss. A kiss—that made me yearn for kisses all life long; and then—for life eternal. Pauline von Arold. THE FUTURE “MRS. 'AWKINS.”” “OH, SAUCY WIND!” AS down the walk my Lady Lucy goes The Summer Wind will wanton with her clothes; And, daring as a lover e’er may be, He romps about her dainty drapery. A careless hand upon her skirt he lays, And foaming waves of tossing lace displays: Her little feet he fondles in his sweep, And with her silken stockings plays bo-peep. He streams her ribbands out unto the sun, While through her hair his errant fingers run, Or ‘round her slender waist they fold, as though He knew she loved to have it circled so. He breathes the breath of love upon her check, And with her dimples sports at hide-and-seek: He dallies with the kerchief on her breast, And leaves his kisses ‘neath it’s folds impresst. Oh, saucy Wind, that, lover-like and bold, Presumes my Lady's beauties to enfold! Oh, silly heart of mine that dare not dare, While Lucy's charms waste on the empty air! W. D. Eltwanger. DISCONNECTED LANGUAGE. UNKER: I suppose your deaf-mute friend cannot P talk so well si he lost hi ight hand ? “pO YOU SAY YOUR PRAYERS, LITTLE GIRL?” a er BCE NE 1086, B18 8 ands “saw! 1 TRIED IT AND IT DIDN'T WoRK, SO NOW I HUSTLES He talks in an off-hand manner now. PAPERS FOR A LIVIN’.”