AND THE BAND PLAYED.
By Maurice E. McLaughlin.
'Twas at a bull they met one night; she seemed as sweetly fair
As poet's wildest, fondest dream; her lovely sun-kissed hair
Curled artlessly in dainty waves her sweet blue eyes above.
And while he gazed in ecstasy the band played "Woman's Love."
And when he ventured to request the favor of a dance,
She acquiesced so charmingly, with such a well-pleased glance,
his heart beat faster than before, no longer did he mope;
And while he "autographed" her card the band played "Wait and Hope."
And then, when in the mazy waltz her form so full of grace
he pressed, and watched the blushes come and go upon her face,
He felt us though he'd like to make the maiden his for aye.
But how?" he pondered, and the band played "Love Will Find the Way.'"
The dance being over, they sat down to have a little chat.
And every topic they discussed she seemed to have down "pat."
His brain just whirled with delight, so charming did she seem,
And while he sat enraptured, thrilled, the band played "Love's Young Dream "
The time flew by; he took no note of how the hours went;
He only felt a sense of joy, of peace and great content;
He then and there made up his mind to make her his forever.
And while she smiled her sweetest smile the band played "Now or Never."
They strolled together, arm in arm, far from the ballroom's glare,
And found a corner in the cool conservatory, where,
Mid flowering plant and rustling leaves, his form with fear vibrating,
He told her how he loved her, and the band played, softly, "Waiting."
He said, "Oh, will you be my own dear, loving little wife?
And shall we drift, dear, hand in hand, adown the stream of life?"
She smiled again, the same sweet smile, at all his language flowery,
Then said, "I'll be-a sister-" and the band played "Annie Laurie."