Flesherton Advance, 21 Jul 1887, p. 7
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m Don't FrupoiM. Only don't propose to mo! I really like you so ; We Huit e&ch other charmingly, at bail ur feaut, you know. We can brighten for each other best the revel's carelesH bourtt; We can fiathor from each other still the moment's passing dowerii : We ever best can gladden life's river as it flows Through sunny boils and quietâ€" but I hope you won't propose. No voice suits mine as well as yours in gay duet or song. No other arm can guide me safe through the polka's whirling chroug. No other laugli ro-t-choes half so merrily Ui mine. No other hand so tastefully my bouquet's flowers can twiue ; None save me half so cleverly from bores- -my deadliest foes; I cannot du without youâ€" oh! I hope you won't propose. Why will you talk of sentiment'.' Vou never used to talk Of aught but fun ur nonsense, in long quaurillu or walk. Why will you sigh'? I really like your rmging laugh the best. ' Why frown at me for lingering with another joy- ous guest'' Why will you talk of hopes and fears" Why hint at friendship's close'.' You never used to tease me so â€" oh ! I hope you won't propose. For you know I would refuse youâ€" I must love before 1 wed; What should we do together when the summer sun had fled '.' And thou we must be strangersâ€" must pass each other by , , , â- With flushing cheek and distant bow and cold averted eye. Whv d'loin our gay companionship to so dolorous dolose':" ,, . t Wb like each other much too wellâ€" I hope you won't propose. Let us still be smiling when we part, and happy when we meet ; Let us together pluck the bloom of the flowers at our feet. Let us leave the deeper things alone, and laugh, and sing, and dance ; And flirt a little now and then, to spei'd the hour, perchance. .Oh ! tliere's a deal of pleasure in sunny links like those; Don't break the rosy ties just yetâ€" dear Charley. don t propose '. LOVE TAUGHT HEB. John Ramaay was working on his farm, his dtrelesa, luone dress displayiu)^ lu ad- vantage his tall, muscular titiu<'«- '^ broad straw hat shaded bis haudsuuie face. The hands that KU'Jed the plow were strong hands, but whiter and mure delicate than aach pursuits usually allow. Daisy Hale sat watching him. Her dress was print, but made with tli.uiices on the ekirt and ruttlos on the waist. Bhe wore a Jaunty hat. covered with puffs of white muslin and bows of blue ribbon to match the spots upon her dress. The face under Daisy's hat was gloomy, not to say cross. A very pretty face, but not pleasant, having a petted, spoilodchild frown, and a brooding discontent in the large blue eyes. I'rtseutiv the farmer drew near her, and taking off his hat fauneil himself with it, stopped his horses while he leaned indo- lently against the plow. " You look deliciously cool under this great tree," he said. " And â€"hem!â€" very much dressed for 9 o'clock in the morn- ih|{ â- " "In a 5 penny calico!" she said, con- temptuously. " It is too absurd for you to be plowing and hoeing and uiilkiug cows and doing the work of a laboring man. I thought when you cama home from college you would do something besides work on a itarm." " .\iid lot the farm go to ruin' Ihat would be a poor way to pay my debts." " Your debts !" she said, Kxiking astou- •ished. " I'o you owe debts '.'" " Certaiiilv ! You and 1 are both very heavily in debt, Daisy. I think when Aunt Mary took us in, poor little orphans, I her sepliew, you her third cousin, all the money she saved in a life of hard work was spent upon our education. Do you know that she has nothing now but the farm, and that to take her away from it would probably shorten her life !" '• Hut you oould send her money if you were in the city in some gentlemanly occu- pation." •• I'erhaps so, ten or twelve years from now ! Today I propose to work this larm «nd see how many bushels of ooru I o«n raise on it." Ue took hold of the plough-handles as he apoke, started the horses, and left her, her eyes full of angry tears. "He might as well have said what he meant," springing down and starting for ihe house. " Ue thinks I ought to cook »iid make butter and work like a servant and put on a plain dress and large check apron before she began to work, and she was rather astonished as her kitchen duties progressed to find herself happier than she had been since she retai ued home. When John came to dinner he was astonished to find Aunt Mary " quite dressed up," as she blushiugly said, in a clean print dress and white apron, herdear old face showing no sign of heat or weari- ness, while Daisy, with added bloom and bare white arms, was carrying in the dinner. "The new girl at your service," she said, saucily, as she pulled down her sleeves. " Dinner is ready, sir." But her lips quivered as he bent over her and whispered, " God bless you, dear ! Forgive me if I was too hasty this morn- ing." John said bat little as the days wore on, and still found Daisy at her post. It was not in the nature of things for Aunt Mary to sit with folded hands, but it became Daisy's task to inaugurate daily naps, to see that only the light work came to thi older hands, to make duily work less of a toil and more pleasure. And the young girl herself was surprised to hnd how much she enjoyed the life that had seemed to her a mere drudgery. John, bringing to his task the same will and brains that had carried him through college, was inaugurating a new order of affdirs on the farm, and made the work pay well. Once more came a June day, when Daisy sat in the fields and John stood leaning against the fence beside her. Four years of earnest, loving work had left traces upon both young faces, ennob ing them, and yet leaving to them all the glad content that rewards well-doing. Many hours of self-denial both had met bravely ; many deprivations both had borne well. Daisy wore a black dress, and upon the hat in John's hand was a band of crape, but through a sadness uf their voices there yet rang a tone of happiness. " You love me, Daisy '.'" John had said to her. "When have I not loved you?" she answered. "And you will be my wife'.' Darling, I have long loved you, but after Aunt Mary was stricken down with paralysis I would not ask you to take up new duties. Now I ,e needs you no lon.;er, and you|4hall <WORD coords=