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Show , OJTCZ. -;-..v ..' . ... .. , .... : fFor The Salt Lake Telegram.) . We stood beneath the chestnut bought- - The ripened nuts were falling - s We heard the merry partridge drum, - The quail la meadows calling. And watched a wavy line of red' ' Across the woodland trailing, . What time the nimble squirrel hied ...Along the rustio railing. s v . ?:; ,t '.' It was the Indian-summer time, -pj: The aumacs leaves were glowing, ' The balmy air was fuU of wing . ... , And sevOa around us blowing. . .V. For out upon the fallowed fields Blue flecks of shadow drifting, , And thro' the crimson maple top i ; '' .:.Tb golden sunlight sifting, -: :-.ih From barnyards winnowlngs there cam The threshers' distant droning, , . ; Like to a long-drawn organ tone Half filled with mellow moaning. ' ' -- -' ; V '" I looked Into her haset eyes, . .-My .-My heart was loudly beatlnfW.,.-i :':. I felt aa if the happy world ; : Our troth was gladly greeting. ' ' i h The Indian summer comes again . . s.'- Hut somber clouds are weeping ., ': Upon a ir.arble tomb that holds - My love within Its keeping, - i ' - ' - - - - Alng t - brows of dreary hills ; v ' r The ch . y mlats are trailing. ... - ' And thro' the barren maple tops - ' .The weary winds are wailing. '., Fflr out upon unfaflowe fields ' - The blackened brush liea smoking, -, And on the rustic woodland rails . . - Ill-omen blrda alt croaking. -. , . - t I look Into the leaden ekips " , So r.Mr, almost for reaching- rut f--l the presence cf a-Ki".d , A piiLkiit lesson teachini;. O. O. FREI2XA-N. Eit Lake City, January, li. , |