AT LAST SHE KISSED HIM.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 270, 6 June 1888, Page 4

AT LAST SHE KISSED HIM.

You wero standing alone in tliosilciuo When I passed down the stair that night., Alone with jour thought in the shadow, Away from the lire's soft light, And never a greeting you ga\ o me, Not a word your bus let lull, As I came fioin the light to $ our bide, deai , That night in the old oak hall. But I knew, ah, so well, the secret You fancied you kept unseen, And I hated the pride that Mas standing Like a shadow our hearts between. So I told you that night the story, And you listened as in a spell, Till i saw that you guessed the meaning Of the story I tried to tell ! You fain would havo .silenced me then, dear ; To leave it untold wero best— Too late, for I learned as jou drew me To your heart, that you knew the rest ! And tbe shadow passed by from botwecn us i'orever, beyond recall, As you whispered the end of the story That night in the old oak hall ! "Pass me the butter, Charles," she said. She had been a widow, she had manied again, and they, too, had gone to Wimhington to begin the honeymoon. "My name is George," he feaid coldly and with disci iminating empha&is. "I know it, George," she replied ; " you must excuse me. I wat. misled. It i8 the same butter." i