The Stylish Maiden.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XXIV, Issue 1870, 13 February 1892, Page 2 (Supplement)

The Stylish Maiden.

She sits beside me in the square old pew,

Two little gray-gloved hands devoutly hold Hei dainty prayer-book and her hymn-book, too, Warm sunbeams fall aslant her head's bright gold. The preacher's words sound v<ry faraway ; The sweet-voiced singers chant unheard by me. I watch my darling's upward look, and say Within myself: "Oh! would I were like thee. All else forgot ; thy thoughts have flown above ; Too pure, too high for earth and such aa

I." Just then, with glinting eyes, my little love Leaned close, aud whispered with a smothered agh : " That girl in seal-skin just across the aisle » Thinks I don't know it's plush I" Well, I should smile.

He : "Ah, Miss Mabel, I hope you understand my feelings?" She : " I'm sure I'm quite in the dark !" He : " Then suppose you and I strike a match!"

Old Gentleman (to little boy, who is play* ing soldier) : " Ah, my little man, you're a son of Mars, eh ?"

Little Boy (indignantly) : " Coarse I'm a son of ma's. Didn't suppose I vr»s ft eon of auntie's, djd yer ?''