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Show In the Soft Moonlight. Thoy wero nlono! And In a hammock at that! Tho playful zophyrs rollicked In the moonlight and blew tho looso tresses of her hair so riotously they tickled his car! Ho felt that ho was in danger, but he would not dcclaro himself. Sho said nothing. Tho owl called weirdly from tho scraggly monarch on tho hill. Tho lake chattered, and, at tho dock, the boat chains grumbled! Far nwny ho heard a bow-wow bark nnd tho tinkle of n bovine bell! Still sho said nothing! Ho did not look at her. Ho dared not. Yet he knew what a pretty picture pic-ture sho was making as tho moonlight ravished her faco for kisses! Dut, no! Ho would remain firm. Sho Btlrred slightly. Ho gavo no heed. "Jack," In n quiet, conquered spirit "Jack, you " IIo turned toward her patronizingly. "You may put your arm-under arm-under my head It you " Dut, after all, this is nono of our business. "Oh Love! young Lovel bound In thy roay band; Let sage or cynic prattle ns he will, Thoso hours, and only these, redrom life's years of 111." |