He falls in love
When I was a young man I fell in love, as young men generally do, with the girl who came handiest. This particular girl happened to be Belle JBur-ton, and I devoted myself to her. rode with her, boated with her (it was a country place where we met), walked with her., talked with her, begged her for the roses she wore in her hair and tried (in vain), for I was no poet, to make sonnets not only to her "eye brows," but to her hair, her cheeks and her lily white hands. In fact, I went through the pretty dream of first love as most young people do, and it ended, as it generally does, in an unpleasant awakening.