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Show the past nor of the future. "What do you do with your arrows," she asked Love one time. "You are always busy making them, and yet I only see the one you are working on?"Then Love told her the story of Cupid's dart. How it pierced the heart of almost everyone at some time in their lives. How often it went so deep that nothing could heal the wound, but how often a kind physician gave his own to take its place and took the wounded one unto himself. In such cases the person knew a greater happiness through being wounded than he did before.This puzzled Dorothy May a little, but it didn't make her unhappy. One day when she had gathered her flowers she sat down on the edge of the fountain to arrange them, singing softly to herself. Presently she looked up. She was startled, for she heard no one coming, and a man stood near her. Smiling, he said, "Fair lady, will you give me a drink of water?"She rilled the cup from the sparkling fountain and handed it to him. As he took it, he looked into her eyes."You are beautiful," he said. She blushed deeply, but "Thank you, sir," were her only words."May I help you with your bouquet?" and without waiting for her to reply, he sat down by her side.All afternoon they talked and laughed together, and Dorothy May's heart seemed to keep time to the pretty words he said to her. But time passes quickly when joy is with us, and the day was nearly gone. The sun was slowly slipping out of sight. She arose to go in, but he took her hand.169 |