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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Advocate, 1899-12-28, Page 711, CONTENT.. Sad 1 s chance to shape my lite anew, The sense to know the shoddy from the tn*., I could not hope to gain ao fair a biles As lavish fortune gave me, dear, in you. could not hope se fair a blies to gain, The lack whereof would leave existence rat;, Wherefore have I no shadow of desist To blot away my penury and pele. ter penury and pain to blot ewer, Ata, comrade of my spirit„ who oat say That he has pain whose unavailing pangs $o colt a hand is lifted to aliayi And penury/ Why, that is but a name To wheal feels divine afrectfoa's dame, Better the glow of mutual lave beside The humblest hearth than loneliness in tins.. I ask no mote than fust to bide with you, To blend a little gladness with the rue, And, 'alien ,day clay fa mingled with the dust. To dream of our delight the ages through. Frank Putnam in National. Magazine.. VNIiI[!11!li111111NII1Illllil11ll11l h1Ili1111llhIHlli11fIHij k DARK MISTAKE It Ls Dasaf'e. to Blake Lore With- out Seeing the rt Meet of Affection. ilittllliltltitlllltllltlllplilllllltttttilllllllllltllllllllilittr "No use burning all these lights down bete. VB just have to till them In the morning, and uo use making me. Werk fur nothing." and the old: sexton turned clown the Quo lamp burning In the chandelier in the room and went out, leaving the door .ajar, The tight' flickered for a few moments until an `,.'" 'titer door was opeeed, :and then, with 11 one bright flash, It died out. Up stairs thele watt much laugbleg and Wising grI tits) busy hands put the finishing touches to the church decora- tions for the morrow. "There- I think that Is as well as we eat( do," and Nellie Collier stepped' back to survey the work. "We need a small piece of rope to reach across that seat yet, fleeter," she said, turning to Dr. Graham, wbo was standing beside'. her. "Two of these letters In that cep - ter motto are crooked. You .straighten them, please, while I get the rope. I know where there Is a piece that will just do," and she hurried down the stairs.aud ran against Mr. Pitcairn as he was entering iris study, "'Mew! Dark as can be," she said bale aloud as she entered the small an- teroom n-ter oou and felt her way over the closet under the stairs, Piteairc went into his study, his thoughts in a tumult. For months Nel- lie Collier's laughing face had been haunting pini, and he often found that his eyes rested on her whets he was preaching. IIe waited a few minutes and then niet the little white robed figure as she was about leaving the room, "Nellie, I want to tell you some- thing:" he said, taking hold of the Bands which were full of rope. "I have been wanting to tell you for a long time that I love you. I don't trunk that you can be surprised, for you must bave seen that I love you dearly, and I hope that it has not been distasteful to you, has it?" There was no answer, but there was no attempt to withdraw the hands that he held. "I am not an adept at lovemaking, darling. Will you be my wife. Nellie?" "I never thought that you cared for me," she murmured. "You never no- ticed me much, and I thought you cared for others," came in a low voice. "I must have hid my feelings more than I thought, but it was because I loved you so tbat you thought that I neglected you. A minister is watched so much and has to be so very careful. But can you love me, darling, enough to be my wife?" He could scarcely bear the answer, but he suddenly clasped her in his arms. No matter what happened for a. few minutes. It was the first time that be had been in love, and the room was dark. He remembered afterward that he even thee felt surprised to find that she was so small. "I must be going, darling," be said at last as be heard some one entering the nest room. "There is a commit- tee meeting in my study. I will come up stairs as soon as I can," and, giv- ing her a last kiss, he hurried front, the room. He was in no humor for a business meeting, and the good brethren must have thought tbat their young minis- ter was growing frivolous, he seemed so light hearted and laughed several times when they were discussing im- portant business. The truth was he scarcely knew what was said or done, and as soon as the laet one had depart- ed he hurried up stars. Nearly every one had gone, but. Nellie, "bis Nellie," was busy arranging some last flowers in a vase, and Dr. Graham was stand- ing beside her and whispering some- thing to her while she just shook her _head and laughed, gale merely glanced .up as be ap- proacbed. "What do you think of the decora- tions?" she asked. "They are fine, very fine," he answer- ed, trying to meet her glance, but she had turned baek.to Dr. Graham, and ry for a moment he was angry. a "Pshawl How unreasouable I am," he said to himself. How much more thoughtful she. is so as not to attract attention." So he walked away until he saw her preparing to leave. "Axe you ready to go now?" he asked In a low tone. "bo you want to take this basket along?" "Why, yes --but," .she hesitated an instant, • "Dr. Graham will help ire with my things;" He suddenly dropped the basket. "Why, Nellie,' it is my place, not that fellow's," he esclaimcd. • Nellie Collier's face flushed. "I do not see how you can claire that right ,,any mare than ;you have to epeak, of Dr. Graham in that manner," she said haughtily. "Wha, Nellie, I think that what pass - ,ed between us this evening would cer- i fainly give me the right." "Why, Mr. Pitcairn, what could pos- Isibiy have passed between us? You must be laboring under some mistake," she exclaimed in surprise, "I saw you 'when you game into the church and 'had scarcely spoken to you until you came here a, few minutes ago," . "What do you mean, after what was said in the anteroom wbea you, were after rope?" "Ur. Pitcairn, if you bad any convex ,sation with any one down stairs it cer- tainly was not with pie. I went down after rope, but I was not gone two min- utes, and you in was not the .oil down stairs afte have made any company a you ing it was not x ant, and tier blac ly, and he knew th BIS discomfiture. lir. Pitcairn grew VII forgive you fo ham a fellow if you d for he is"—she hesitated. "a very particular friend a you and'1 have been such g that I will tell you a secret — u gaged. "Oh, you little torment! I til known that you would try"— claimed, his face all aglow. "Why. Mr. P.iteairu, how caul have kltowu It, when we did not it ourselves until this evening? An dou't know what the doctor will sa my telling you." lair. I'itcalru staggered back against a seat. "`I --I n iib you every happi- ness," he stammered, then he turned to examining the flowers until after they had left the church. IIe felt dazed, and he certainly pinched Liwselt to see that he was not dreaming as he went down stairs to his study. "A pretty .kettle of fish I've got into," he exclaimed, as he threw himself into a chair and kicked the footstool which Miss Reynolds bad made across the room. "Lost the girl I wanted and en- gaged myself to somethtufi I don't want, and I haven't any idea who it is!" He lit a match and went over to the anteroom. There lay a piece of rope ou the floor and beside it a ilaintly per- fumed bundker'4hlef. IIe picked them up and went back to his study. He re- membered now that be noticed the sent of violets as lie held Ler In his arms. It e'ost hint a struggle to give up Nellie Collier. Ile sat and thought un- til long after tnidnight. Ile studied over all the Neliies of Lig eougregatlon. There was Miss Iteyuoids, but she was too stout, he thought, with a great Kroh of relief; Miss :tiattern was too tall. It was some one whose heed just reached his shoulder. He had called her Nellie, be was certain of tlmt, with some love epithets thrown in. She was small and dainty and, whoever she was, evident- ly loved him. If he found she was some one who would not suit hlm, well, he would bave to get out of it in some way. But, whoever she was, her presence seemed to haunt bins as he sat there. Ile could feel her arms around his neck and the pressure of her head against his shoulder, and he felt an intense longing to again bold the little white robed figure in his arms and feel her warm breath on his cheek. And he—dignified minister that he was— picked up the handkereblef and kissed it passionately. He scarcely knew how he got throngb the next day. He was thank- ful tbat the services were such that be did not have to give a. regular ser- mon. He studiously avoided looking at tbe choly, where Nellie Collier was sitting, until near the close of the evening services, when, while Elinor Vandever was singing a solo, he turned that way, and for a moment their eyes met, her voice faltered for an instant and then rang out clear and sweet. He nearly let the hymnbook he was hold- ing fall to the floor in his surprise, and a sudden feeling of relief came over bim. Elinor Vandever! He had never thought of her, and yet he knew tbat her pet name at home was Nellie. She had always been so reserved that he had never dreamed that she would care for him, but there was no mis- taking that look. • "What a dear little thing she is. I don't think that I will want to give ber up. I-4 have been very fortunate," he said to himself as he met her at the foot of the stairs and drew her little hand on his arm. "Last evening you didn't"- He paused a moment. "You—you were . not angry?" she whispered anxiously: "You were busy talking to Nellie Collier„and Aunt Min- nie was ready to go, and I didn't know how to get out of -not going along with her. I thought you would understand :t.” "Well, if I didn't have you last night I have you tonight," he said tenderly, pressing the little hand to his side.- Chicago News st remember that I one who had been things. and if you o Be— en- "TRY. TRY AGAiN." Tee, 'tis an old, old saw indeed; Yet, e'er you scorn, I ask you The proverb in new light to read. I promise not to task you, The simple words yield not minae Earth's secret of successes. Who grasps their deeper thought doth oware The key to all that blesses— To conquest o'er besetting sin, The saddened soul dejecting; Ta prayer that doth full answer win; To character perfecting; To heaven itself, reached by no bbund, But theirs who, struggling duly, Domount life's ladder, round by round,. As sings the poet truly. Aye, more than world wise is he Who heeds this saying. olden. Ills shall tine "ltieti doged, plaudit be. The crown and scepter golden. —Good housekeeping. 84011404elatefeeeeeeteettellitenefieelteill ANOTHER MAN IN THE HOUSE. Wes rdistaken Por a. Lover, but Confessed.'s'lust Ile Was e, Bairalor. est 00 a 43001 lDOf34 knelt at the door and put 'ar at the keyhole. There sound of breathing, as gbue pressed his rough the brassy aperture tined even more in - yes glistened in the e eyes of a cat (he "The Cat" for this here 'tCas no Qne base gilatehling est Asleep two occupants at wietclled that and nights. npied by a evidently oubt rich, were a and be a mind ed her the • A. Grasshopper For Luck. Should you he reposing In summer In. a meadow and a grassbopper happens to jump on you by . no means drive him away. Welcome and cherish him, which is best done by perfect qui- escence. • Whether his usual merry disposition or his blithe hopping over sorts of difficulties has auy association with the notion we know not, but the popu- larity of the grasshopper is ancient and distinguished enough, the .Greek species having been favorites with all the .poets from ,Horner 'and Hesiod to. Anncreon and Theocrat's: So Much did the Athenians admire them that they were eceustotned to fasten golden figures of them to their hair, and they. were alwnys. ,addressed by the most endearing epithets. The sound of the gr•a.sshopper t9 elven es welcome : and naturally of good omen, alluding, as It were, to sum tnc'r and , sunshine.— Gen-tleman's Magazine. lm eye stori this o house t IIe tine young m, newly roar He knew t cot, two Ina bad almost w just where the jewelry when she second floor room au ' U8 the husband took to s bly well filled purse. 'When one is in the b social ealls ot the deseript aghue was aniking, it Is mu find husiiands away from servants and occupants of t all asleep and the policeman beat quite out of hearing,. The fact was Douagbne shranl notoriety, Ile preferred a, qute trance by the window wholly u served if possible and, departing, not his card nor anything else that v, of value and at the same time poi ble. Indeed Dona ;hue was not th tall, handsome fellow that most heroes are, On the contrary, he was of medi- um height, spare, slouchy and bad a general appearance' that was anytbing but prepossessing. He was not a mem- ber of polite society. "Dead easy," said Donaghue to him- self. "A young married couple. as 1 thought, and busband's away on the loose. She's calling his name to her sleep. But I needn't expect him until ,Horning, and when he does come home he'll probably be drunk. That's what I call dead easy." He turned the knob of the door and opened it the fraction of an inch. His small eyes glistened in the dark as be found that the door was not locked, and that in all probability it would not squeak. Slowly and with infinite care he opened the door and entered the room. Four .feet from him, as he stood al- most breathless, with his hand still clasping tbe knob of the door, lay the sleeping form of a woman. A flood of moonlight from tbe window fell upon her and melted the pink of her cheek, the cream of her throat, the lace of the nightdress and the white sbeet that wrapped ber into one semigolden hue. The undulation caused by her breath- ing made her look like a drooping lily swayed by the gentlest of breezes. "Great heavens!" thought Donaghue, "what a beauty!" He could hear ber faintly mutter the name "Paul—Paul" at intervals, and he had a vague con- sciousness of a certain disrespect for Paul, whoever he might be. A man must be a brute to leave such a wom- an alone at night. He lingered but a moment, though. Beauty was a thing of little value to Donaghue. His own Maggie was hardly cursed with tbe fatal gift of beauty. and she was quite as jealous as otber wives. He stepped softly and quickly to the dressing case at the otber end of the room. He pick- ed up a perfumed lace handkerchief and threw it away impatiently, al- though in his more youthful days a lace handkerchief he would have con- sidered a prize of no mean value. Be- low it be found what he wanted and expected—a locket and chain, a' jewel- ed watch, a 'heavy bracelet, a pin and what seemed to him a handful of rings. He beld them all up in tbe moon- light and not"eed how they sparkled in his trembling hand, and he smiled with delight. He turned and looked at her. He felt like adding a stolen kiss t o the, other Jewels be had taken. He almost tr 1 such a laughed aloud at the thought of a Ia'. man as he kissing such a peerless beauty as the woman who lay on the bed before' him. And he was just about to depart as peacefully as a so- cia! caller when suddenly be beard the slamming of the frant door in the hall below. "Her old man, said Donaghue, for- getting that be was probably a young man, "and I'm caught. • Caught—bur- gtary—teu years at the least. I'll kill him. lint I'll be caught whether 1 kill him or not, and"—self upbeaiding•, could have got away easily enough If I haclu't stopped to look at her." , Again he stepped quickly to the door and listened. IIe heard footsteps in the hall beneath. The man had stets ped into the back parlor, or library, whichever it was. Perhaps the nhau had been out on business and would stop there for a miuute or two at his desk. Perhaps there was. ;after all. a chane for escape. Ile was cool and careful. Ile dropped the jewels ou the bed. It would not do to be caught with them about him. And be went out. The door squeaked this time. and the young wife started in her sleep. awoke and half rose in her bed, Donaghue at the same time heard the shuttle of feet in the room below. Ile paused anditstened at the top ot the stairs. Even though the man had beard the door squeak, be bad not left the back room. Donaghue tripped down the stairs as softly as a cat. He bad been to a tight fax before. and be was never eleverer than when he knew that he was in danger. But luck was against him. Thera was a fur rug at the foot of the stairs. The floor beneath was polished, Ile slipped and fell, and in spite of himself Ile uttered an exclaruation tbatwas pro- fane enough to be unmistakably was - He beard the wan rush from the library. and how it all happened be hardly hnt•w. but some way or other he managed to ilasli lute the dark par- te:. to throw open the window and jump out. IIe cxpeeted to fall at Ieast efgft or ten feet. IIe did uut fall two. Ile had jnmj ekl out on a porch evidently. for he multi see the railing in the moon- light. There wasone t o o—t 1„ l ll ae i s thing a d tri nide directly beneath the window in the shadow and wait. Fie bnew hit pursuer would be there in a moment, Ile knew there would be a hue null cry. Still. there was a chance. True enougb, the ishan came to the window; but, to the Iut'iulte surprise of 1)on:mime, be made no outcry. lie heard the man utter a bait articulate "Heaven! bas it come to tike?" Ile heard hila walk a few steps and strike n uiatela. Ile" saw the light of the gas hes from the window. aud then ho knew that be Was safe, and he curs:t'd himself for a fool for teariug the jewels behind. Ile heard a woman's step in the r.e,.uu. The man at the window turned, allow dare you look in in the facet" ('vied. "How Clare you come to mo fter this?" Calmly the woman raised herself to feet and, looking at the ratan, said forced s-hieper: What do you mean?" \haat do I mean? You know what 'ran," answered the man. "Ile has here at lust -perhaps not for the me. But I have found it out. i and you ort." Anne heard a little 'stifled moan crash of a body as It fell on the began to gather a crude idea of It was ail about. He had hand' sa erieuces with Maggie. He had he us himself once. He raised bird: little higher and peered over the si the window. The an nits not moaning now, but in a ad faint, and. with ber face as white s the sbeet that had covered her in th' room above, she lay motion- less at the*feet of the man wbo accused her. The man stood over her with burning cheeks and clluched hands, "And the cur ram away from you? He didn't even stay to fight me like a roan! Ile's a coward. I knew it when we met him in Baden. He's a villain. I knew it when be followed us to Lon. don. He can take you now. I don't want you. And some day he'll run away from you. poor. beautiful, mis- erable fool, just as be has run away from me." There was considerable human na- ture in Donaghue, even though he did make his living in a peculiar way. This was a little more than he could stand. He jumped up and leaped back through the window. "Look here!" he shouted, and then was suddenly silent, for a pair of strong bands were clasped about his throat, and the heavy weight of the :anger man had borne frim to the floor In a moment. "You, such a being as you, my wife's lover!" roared the man. "`ot" screamed Donaghue, making a desperate effort to free himself. "Well, wbo are you?" said the man. "Let me sit up and I'll tell you." an- swered Donaghue. ' 'l'be man released him, still keeping him within arms' wench in tbe corner of the room. Donaghue felt tits throat tenderly. "Well?" saki the man peremptorily. "Ptn the man that was in the house," said Donaghue sullenly. "What do you menu? Wby were you here?" asked the man. "Weil," answered Donaghue, regain- ing some of his customary bravado. "1 wanted to add some of your jewelry to my collection. See? if you don't believe me, you'll find it where 1 threw It away, up 'in your wife's room." • The man turned and dropped to his knees by the side of the prostrate woman. 'Heni ut llseartobr e heart, and when he raised his head again r Donri hue sawthere tLat were tears in his eyes. "Thank God, she has only fainted," said the man. "Bring ete some water from the library." Donaghue brought the water In • solid silver pitcher that made biro'sigb With a vain wish that he had got away with it and the jewels above, . "She will be all right in as moment;" said the man, "and you may. go." "Thanks," said I)onagllne nonebal- antly, going toward the. window. "Perhaps It is 1 who ought to thank you," said the mart, "for, atter all, you ;have proved tbat my wife is true to. Inc." "Don't mention it," answered Donn- ghue, as he disappeared—"at least not to the police." --Chicago Herald, TO REPEL BORES. lugenione Device of u New Orlenzan Itttelnes:, Ftst7q, "The time of alanost every man in active life is terribly taxed by useless visitors," said a busy New Orleans shipper. "I mean people who come on , foolish errands, tedious friends who drop in to chat and don't know when .uuexa#ion. "Pae a," said the beautiful girl;. "did. you know that Harold Is an sumex- ationist?" "Oh, be is,, is be?' growled the old roan. "Well, I'll bot that Harold does not know any more about annexation than a. cow knows about. gunpowder ", ."Oh, yes, he does." "When be talks, about annexation, I don't believe he even knows wbat he wants to annex." persisted the old Alan, • "`Yes, indeed, he does," asserted the beautiful girl. "'Well, what is it?" ,"Me.„ to go, and the small army of agents, Naturally, after being then made .the victim of a confidence game, there was nothing for the old man to do except to say, "Bless you, my children," --Chi- eago lost. canvassers. solieitorS and the like, who in the aggregate consume many pre- clans are clans hours every day. "I have a scheme for disposing of such bores that works to a ebarru, whole secret lies in that eldair beside niy rolltop desk. It is very innocent `. looking, as you will observe, but it has ? some marked peculiarities. To begin with, it is firmly attached to the poor and is so placed that whoever sits in It ° faees a hood of light, while 1 myself am in the shadow. Then, again, the back Is very straight and very nar- row, It • has no arms, and the seat pitches slightly forward, the front be - lug half au incl; lower than the rear. "It is utterly inipeeeible for any bore to sit to that chair four eouseeutivee minutes. With female boot: agents it is peculiarly egleat'ious, for the simple :. reason that such callers are severally `. 83 or over, and no woman of that age can sit quiet in the glaring daylight un- der the Balm scrutiny of a, man in the shadow. The coolest of them lose their self possession. twist, wriggle and soon fly the spot, Then, again. the straight back and absence of arm prevent the' occupant from assuming that graceful sidelong attitude without wbieb no woman is able to converse. "With male bores it is equally dead 1 ly. All garrulous leen either tilt back i when they are talking or lean forward impressively with their elbows on tbe arms. The two poses seem to be eases- tial to a flow of language, and neither of them is possible here. Wben they a find that the legs are attached to the floor and search in vain for a rest for ' their elbows, they lose the thread of their story, look miserable for a mo- ment and then beat a retreat. "The pitch of the seat simply adds to the general dlscunl""urt of the matetine. One finds oneself continually sliding off without knowing wily. It is very disconcerting, I wouldn't take any- thing for that chlor. It has saves) me thousands of dollars"—New Orleans , Times -Democrat. Danger Paaft, ' lir. Rockingham—Now, Margaret, I want you to economize. I want you to save every cent you can. airs. 'Rockingham—Why, Alexander, I thought you said the other day that prosperity had returned—that you were making barrels of money. Mr. Rockingham --Yes; that's why I want you to economize. You can do it now, and it won't make any difference whether you excite suspicion or nat.-- Chicago Times -Herald. A Wise Precaution. "Marse Tom," said the old family servant, "1 wants my Chris'mas gif' right now, of you please, sub." "Hadn't you better wait till Christ- mas comes?" "No, sub—dat wouldn't be business, kase you know yo'self, Marse Tom, dat 'w'en Chris'mas come you is mos' in- gin'rully too drunk ter know what day it is!"—Atlanta Constitution. Post Obiturn. "What do you suppose," asked the teacher of the class in Englisb liter- ature, "the poet had in mind wbefi he used the words 'a day that is dead?' "He was thinking," answered tbe young man with the bad eye; "of the days when he hadn't done a t'hingg kill time."--Chlcago Tribune. A Stab With a Kiss. Mand—Do you know I really believe that Tom is going to propose. Ethel—I noticed that he was looking terribly sad about something or other, but then, yon know, dear, it may not be that. Perhaps his mother is i11 or he isn't feeling well himself.—Answers. Opportunity. "I'd like to cateb my husband husk- ing corn!" exclaimed the proud daugh- ter of the humble farmer. "Well, goto the buskin bee tonight, dear," replied ber mother. "Perhaps that's the way you will catch him."— Yonkers Statesman. Hardly Probable. She-Pronxise me, Reginald, that even if your have should grow cold, you will never beat mei—New York. Journal. Cut to — o. Airs. 13ibbits=So you have named 'your girl. twin Henrietta? Airs. Tibbits—Yes, but 1 changed it a little. It was such a long name that 1 •gut It to two' and called the boy henry and the girl Etta.—Chicago News. llltutrated quotation e1; .t if/r1 Fliat musio in my heart 1 bora Long atter it was heave no mora Wordsworth. —Jtttly, No Doubt of It. "Is he wbat you would calla cul- tured person?" "Cultured! Well. I should say so. Be knows twice as much about the history of ancient Greece as he dont; about the history of the United States. And he can do a problem in trigonotn- etry is ane -third the time it would take him to calculate the interest ea a 00 day note. Cultured! Well, 1 guess!"—Washington Star. Bspl:Ousel, "What does the phrase 'fintslled goods' mean?" arcked the reporter who was temporarily assisting In the eom- merelat department as be looked up from a memorandum that lay on his table. "'Finished goods`' " replied the•com- mercial editor, "means whisky or any man who drinks a great deal of It"— Chicago Tribune. Bobby Just Wanted to Know. Bobby—Are you in tbe show buei- ness, Mr. Wedder? Mr. Wedder (with eight children) -- Why, no, Bobby. What made you think so? Bobby—Oh, I heard.papa tell Irate 1t she married you she'd have a whole menagerie to look after.— BrookIy' Life. No Wonder life Dietl. Here is a unique verdict by a ear per's jury en a man who was killed a switch engine: "We, the.jury, find that the dere. came to his death at the hands switch engine after bean sat on b coroner for two hours and a half Tanta Constitution. A Distinction. Cholly—What is tbe differen tween a man who litres at his „ and one who bas intermittent i tism? Tolly—One is well all the tim= has rooms at his mother's; the oth well sometimes and has rheuma others.—Life. Deceitful, but Delightful. "What makes you think little Jones has such delightful manner: `Because 1 know she hates the sight of me, yet I never call there she doesn't make me believe sh charmed with the privilege of e taining me."—Detroit Free Press. Stumped. 1 Miss Poeticus Soulful (just fin an' inspired sonnet)— And as the silent shadows steal Athwart the day dead sky In solitude I gaze and feel Aeaven wafted like a—like a- He Ought to Be Ostracize It a young than ought to pay for telling about a kiss w was no kiss, how much ougli man . to pay for telling ab when there was a kiss' World. A Su "Dr. Pocus, d don't worry the "Well; 1 alw tients indulge ety about pa Record. We used to know 't room for doubt— By 'th By the v gra sing -about, ety the frost and by thetp nus other things To which the rural memory fore By the purple leaves and golden at your feet, As you felt the frosty tingle with an plete. But these things are now unheeded: F: son, don't you know, When the hat is in the Window and the ho the show. So sing.a song of satins or a little lay of lace, Or tellof leathern trappings on parade to equine grace. ' Never mind the sunlight and the shadows as the pass, ` But watch' the gaudy glitter of electric Iights and. gns. Upon the arid tan bark there's no foliage argleam; You'll feel no frosty tingle, for the place is warm. ed by steam. So let us join in welcome to this time., with hearts When the hat'la in the window and the horse' Isla the show, --Washington Stay.