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Show LOVE'S YOUNO DREAM. The wind swept a cloud of dust about them as they turned the corner of the street. "Did you get any dust in your eyes, darling?" he asked fondly, holding her closely to him as though to keep the too eager wind away. "Yes," she murmured, searching for her handkerchief. "Which eye, dearest?" "The right one, love. Did you get anything in yours?" she asked anxiously, anxious-ly, seeing his handkerchief appear. "Yes. darling." "Which eye, dearest V "The right one, love." "How sweet!" she exclaimed, with a glad light glowing In her well eye. "Do, you suppose, dearest heart, that it could have been part of the same piece , of dust that got in our eyes, darling?" "I hope it was," he said, beaming with one eye and wiping the other. . TWouldn't it be sweet, dear?" "Wouldn't it lover' And the wind howled round the corner cor-ner as though It was in pain, and from the house three doors below a dentist's sign fell off Into the Btreet. London Tid-Bits. |