We were both crying in each other's arms when there came a rap at the door.
“One moment,” she called, as we endeavored to dry our eyes, while she noisily bustled about the room. Then she opened the door, and there stood Dan'l W. Smead.
“Come in,” said she; “and don't mind my appearance. I have just listened to an address full of the most impassioned eloquence. It touched my heart.”
Dan'l W. looked at us, smiled, and said with unerring insight, “I presume it was an address to the electors of his home district.”
“It was,” said she.
“Did his eyes behold for the last time the sun in heaven?”
“No, sir; they beheld it for the first time.”
“And it shines brighter than ever before on land or sea,” I added.
“He'll do,” said Smead. “He has much to learn about the oratory and politics of love; but I move that he be elected by osculation.”