Her dimpled hand he stroked awhile,
Then murmured low, with loving smile,
"Could e'er so soft a thing be found,
If all the world were searched around?"
With laughing eyes and flaming cheeks,
The maid replied, "'Tis just two weeks
Since I found out that you, my pet,
Have something that is softer yet!"
"That I? I have? Oh, can it be?
You darling, now I do love thee!"
Oh, Vanitas! No sooner said,
She put her hand upon his head.
A. BRADLEY. Columbia Spectator.
~A Football Tragedy.~
She clung to him, the game was o'er.
Content was in her soul;
"Dear heart, I'm very happy now
That you have come back whole."
With gentle hand he smoothed her curls,
And tried to keep a laugh back;
"My dear, your joy is premature,
For I am only half-back."
University of Chicago Weekly.
~It Was.~
He seized her in the dark and kissed her,
And for a moment bliss was his;
"Oh, my! I thought it was my sister!"
He cried. She laughed and said, "It is."