THE MONTE TO MARRY IN.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1087, 23 February 1883, Page 3

THE MONTE TO MARRY IN.

“ Can I come in 1” asked a young lady yesterday afternon as she opened the door of the edit orial room. “ I suppose you can, “ replied the horse reporter, “ unless you have been suddenly stiicken with paralysis or some other disease that prevents you putting one foot in front of the other. You will have to let go of that door-nob first though.” Encouraged by this kindly greeting the young lady entered the room and seated herself. “I want some advice,” she said, “ hut I hardly know” —and here the young lady blushed violently and began regarding the floor with great attention. “ It’s about getting married, isn’t it 1 ” asked the horse r. porter. “Yes, sir,“ replied the girl. “ 1 thought so. The hesitating don't know-whether-I had - better - buy - ice-oream-or - caramels - with - my - money look on your countenance told me that at once What is th ■ dilliculty in your easel” “ Well,” said the young lady, “ I am engaged to a young nun ” “I suppos d it was a man,” said the horse reporter. “Oo ahead” “And he says, “ she continued, “ that we ought to be married right away. Do you think June is a good month for weddingal” “ There is no doubt about June being the best mouth to get marlied in,” said the horse reporter, “ because we most always have regular honeymoon weather then, so that everything seems to jibe in wi'h the occasion—a sort of beautiful unison of nature and thought. Do you catch onl” The young lady inch ed her head. “Yon see in June,” resum'd the adherent cf Maud S , “ everything looks pretty smooth. The first blossoms of the early summer beautiful harbingeis of the wealth of bud and bloom that is to come—are trembling on th nr stalks ; the birds are singing as if for every glee from (very b.anch and bough; the peifect li. lit of the sky is reflected from the air tha is as

balmy as the breath of a perfumed hotirifroni Circassia, while the newly nlonghod fields, fresh kissed by the dews of heaven and wanned by the kindly rays of the son, are holding within the bosom of the earth the mmy seeds that ere another month shall hj ire coma and gone will spring up to life and ligh , growing stronger and more perfect with every gladsome day, until in autumn when the leaves touched by the blighting breath of the first frost are being transfoimed into all the vivid hues that tell s i eloquently the stoiy of nature’s wondrous handiwork, and the vary earth shall laugh in the golden glory of an abundant hj rvost What time th in this could be more (it for young hearts to p’ighi a willing troth -hearts strong in a love that shall nevor know .surcease or or change, that shall be m ire steadfast and trusting wilt every lion , until when the autumn of life is reached the strong wilful passion of youth becomes a ripened, te ider, holy affection that is beautiful beyo nd compare. It is when the tresses that were once brown are flecke 1 with grey ; wheu the cheeks once peachy and dimpled are marked by the furrows that grief and care have made ; when the eves that in the days agone sparkled with such witching meniment ate dull and lust eless —it i, then that the love of a truly happy married ife should be crowned with halo of a tranquil existence that knows no sonow or care. Yes, my bonny lass, yon sh mid got married in June, sweet Jiiid—mouth of r.sses and race me‘lings. Goto him who has won your young love, and say to him that the fruition of his hopes is come at last. Seek with him some ivy crowned chapel, and there, amid the solemn hn hj tb it so well befits the occasion, Ist a mitral bishop make you one.” “ Thanks,” sai 1 the young lady. “Goo I day.” “So long,” replied the horse reporter. As the girl departed a man entered the room. “I am thinking of taking a fishing trip,” he said, “and wanted to inquire in what month suckers bite the best.” “June,” promptly replied the horse reporter. C'hicajo Tribune.