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Show WHEN A MAN'S IN LOVE. I)e Doi Sonie Things That Sem Foollik to Some Other Folk. They were sailing1 down the harbor, intent on themselves and also a paper bag of plums which she held on her lap, and so quite forgot the presence oi less absorbed passengers seated about them. One of his arms had rested on the rail behind her back, and his hand toyed now and then with the lace of her gown, but at last he drew away the support and beg-an to feed her with the fruit. Plum after plum was deftly peeled and the skin cast onto the legs of the next man's trousers, because how could anybody look at auj-body else under the circumstances? And she ate the juicy wor heavens, no! juicy pulp, and then dropped the stone into her handkerchief, which he gallantly shook ovtr the water and returned each time with a look of devoted de-voted satisfaction. Not a single plum did iStrephon take for his own delight during the repast, but, when the last one in the bag was reached and the same process gone through with for the dozenth time, Phyllis playfully handed him the handkerchief, and he slipped the stone, not into the ocean but into his mouth, with a glance of the eye that put the setting gud to the blush. One does observa such Arcadic scenes aboard a harbor boat. Boston Herald. |