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HIS youth and early manhood were but the grey of dawn with roseate hues of hope in the east. At last the sun rose, a burst of golden light, transforming all nature with prismatic hues, flooding his soul with its generous warmth, clearing the mists of doubt from his eyes; he began to live when he loved.
On a never-to-be-forgotten morning he told her his story.
She was nestling in a chair nature had formed from a gnarled tree waiting the coming of her unconscious choice, sixteen and sweet, at that perfect time of life when the mold is broken. **
"I knew you would be here," he said joyously. "I hurried to tell you that I have a chance to go West and begin life with a home and farm of my own, to be paid for out of my own work."
She smiled with pure joy at the sight of him, then trembled with fear and uncertainty.
"Going away ?" she murmured.
"Not alone/' he declared passionately. "I have loved you from the first moment we met, but it seems as tho I had always loved you. There has never been any one but you in my heart, because I dreamed of you before then. Long before I found you, before I believed there was any one like you this side of heaven, your image was in my beart, so I seemed to find my ideal living and breathing when we first came together."
She could make no response, but there was shy invitation in her soft eyes, and two pink clouds rose beneath them.
He caught her in his strong arms and
lifted her from, the tree to where her heart could throb on his and whispered : "Will you go with me, sweetheart?" She lifted her eyes to his, content to be his kingdom. He asked her to ue his wife and let him show her what a true man's love was like.
He was a man in years with the glory of youth in his face, his eyes full of dreams, his illusions aglow, his enthusiasm unspoiled by knowledge of the world. She was just a girl unfolding from the bud, but with brow free from the furrows of thought, her cheeks pink petals, lips pouting to be kist warm red, and eyes filled with wonder at the divine mystery and tender longing for its solution. It was not necessary for either of them to dip into the world's treasure chests of knowledge to learn how they should live out their lives;
'THE PROPOSAL.
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