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Show SOME WAYS OP LOVE. Mr. Singleton Falling in love Is nonienso. It doesn't follow that a fellow- won't do It, all tho same. I u very near doing It myself, once upon a time. She had a way of looking down when you were talking to her nnd of looking up when she wasn't looking down. Ahl different girls have different dif-ferent lines. Hers was tho domesticated. domesticat-ed. "You really must try this salad, Mr. Singleton," her mother would say; "Louise made It." Or. "Do have another an-other piece of Louisa's pie; the dear girl will bo so disappointed if you do not appreciate her cooking." As for Louisa's pastry well, It needed need-ed no pressing. It I had started tho courting business seriously and gono there evory evening I should have become be-come a confirmed dyspeptic, iso Irresistible Irre-sistible were its attractions. Unfortunately Unfor-tunately we are so constructed that we like everything that Is not good for us, and I . But I am digressing. Also, Louisa was singularly accomplished at sowing. Putting on n couple of buttons but-tons was nothing to her, I found. You may smile! Perhaps you haven't 'tried sewing on buttonsT I havo and I know the difficulties. What with tho cooking and tho sewing sew-ing and the looking up and tho looking down, It was nearly a cose with mo. I got to going there three times a week and was thinking of an excuse for making It four, whon an aunt fell 111 and Louisa's mother went away to nurse her. The night after hor departure depar-ture I went to supper ns usual. There was no oil In tho salad, the plo wasn't half done and tho pie crust ughl I can't boar to think of it I Than tho truth dawned upon mo. Louisa's pastry pas-try was mado by Louisa's mother. Tho shock and tho pastry so upset me that I didn't call for soveral days. Then I rallied. At any rate, Louisa could sow, I reflected. You see, 1 wanted somo excuso to marry her, so I went thoro again. Sbo greeted mo with a reproachful coolness. "I thought nt any rate you would como round for your shirt," she said; "I havo sewn tho buttons on the collar." "Oh, Louisa!" I began I was about to take hor In my arms when my eyes lighted on tho button. It was black; It was made of metal; it was ten times too largo! It was, Inshort, tho kind that my tailor uses for er othor garments! So I escaped. It was providential. Dut sometimes I think you see, she had a very nice way of looking up and down. The Rev. John Shy (communicated) (communicat-ed) AFTER GRACE. A curate onco courted a nice little Grace by name, nnd by naturo a sinner; sin-ner; He nsrer dared ask for "Just one little kiss," P'raps he thought by his preaching to win her! His most passlonato speech, when they sat down together. Was "A very fine day," or "Most singular weather!" "Ah, me! Ho Is vowed unto silence," she cried; " 'Tli my mission to mako him abjure ab-jure it; Pa must ask him to dinner; I'll sit by bis side, And I really should think I could cure It!" Bo he came, nnd they all tried their hardest to make Him really at homo; to Insuro It, He was soatod by Orace, and, his silence si-lence to break, Bald her father (who couldn't endure tho "blessing" "Now what will you takoT" "I should llko to say Grace " said the curate 1 Miss Flossie Smiles Ma says It Will be time enough for me to think of I LOOKED UP, AND love-making whon I'm two or threo years older and wear my dresses quite long. I don't contradict her ma Is so stupid about such things, you know; Vut I can't help laughing. Why, It was only the othor day that sho. was saying that. If you want to do anything any-thing well, you must start practicing It when you are young. And that's Just what Fred Merchant says the Impudent Impu-dent fellow! Ho used to be awfully shy, but bo Isn't now; at loast. not with mo. It's very tiresome of him, becauso I don't llko boys to be bo silly. I should bo dreadfully angry with him If he wasn't I mean if he didn't well, he's rather nice, you know! Hs's a great big fellow, at tho same sohool with ray brothers. You can't help noticing him If you go to any of thoir sports. He's always making fifties fif-ties or kicking goals or winning races or tomethlng. You wouldn't think he was afraid of n lion to seo him then. Dut when ho came to my house ho ussed to sit and blmh and twiddle his cap, Just becauso of mel It mado mo cross! Of course I didn't care about him or want him to take any notlco of me, really; only It seemed so stupid. Besides, people might have fancied that he thought I wnsn't nice. I knew he didn't thlnlc that, becauae lie used to stare at mo so when he thought I wasn't looking. All the same, I couldn't get htm In say much moro than 'yes" or "no" to me, till ono evening he' came rpund to show tho mater nndf pater a llttls bronze flguro he had won at some sports such a dear little pug, wIUi a saucy little Uto that seemed to scowl and laugh both nt once. "Oh!" I cried, "Isn't he lovely I I am so fond of dogst" "Do you really like him, Miss Flos-slo'" Flos-slo'" he said, eagerly, "I don't Jit It Wo'vo got such a lot at horn. So keep It. please." 4'e put It right In my handt; and whin ma said, 'Certainly not!" In hor most emphatic tones, he only laughed and took up hi cap nnd ran away. Ma said that tho pater would bo sure to mako mo send It back; but ho didn't only pinched my ear and said something some-thing about "beginning In early dayal" After that, of course, I felt I must be nice to Fred; hut bo was so aggravating aggravat-ing shy that I didn't know bow to thank him. I3ut a few evening later, when I had been playing tennis with him and tho boys they wcro awfully tiresome coming home, and nt last they ran away from me. Fred didn't go with them, so wo walked homo together. togeth-er. Ho kept looking round him uneasily, uneas-ily, and I was afraid that In a minute he "vould follow. However, I told him I waB afraid to go; through tho lano alone, nnd then he said ho would rom with me. . "You needn't unless you like, you know." I told him. ', ,"I don't want to bother you." j "Oh. no'" he fild; "I cr you cr I should llko to." "That's n story.'M said. "No, It Isn't." He stuck his hands In his pockets and had another look round. Doys aro so funny I "Won't you bo frlghtenedT" I asked. "No-o." Ho fidgeted with his racquet. rac-quet. "I don't think I'm frightened of many things." t "Oh, but you are! He looked Bur-prised. Bur-prised. 1 "What sort of things?" "Poor, harmless little things," I said, demurely, "that wouldn't hurt n fly." Ho looked at mo doubtfully. "How do you know I'm frightened?" "Because you blush." "You mean I'm shy with girls, don't you?" I couldn't help laughing. It sounded so comlcal2 "Oh, dear, no," ll said. Then I laughed again. - $, "Perhaps," ho suggested. "It's a good Job I'm shy. If I rwcren't you might think me too hold.'Jt "Oh, no, I shouldn't P' I looked up at him Just t6rriiWe him blush as usual, you know-(iana,If(W'dldn,t slid denly stoop down, just as I looked up, and-r j " i- , Of course, I hadn't the least Idea that ho would do such a thing) 1 should have been ever so cross with him, only well, ho had given mo that dear little pug, don't you see! St. Paul's. |
