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Show OLE MIS' MOON WITH THEM. No Chance of the Visitors Delng Homeilck In the City. Mmo. Fairfax wos wont to stand on tho porch of her old Virginia homo and rcjolco on moonlight nights In tho beauty, says tho Youth's Companion. "Thoro's my moon," sho would say, as It rose from behind tho eastern hills. "Look, Dahlia, sco how beautiful beauti-ful it Is," nnd her tiny colored mnld, who wus over nt hnnd with shawl or fnn for her beloved mistress, would answer, enthusiastically: "Your moon certainly do look pow'ful handsomo tonight." When Mmo. Fairfax Journeyed to tho city to visit her' son, Dahlia, looking look-ing out of tho window with wondorlng oyes on tho first evening of her llfo away from home, exclaimed, In a votco of mingled astonishment and rollof: "Well, I declar' to goodness, If olo Mis' Moon ain't dono como along to Washington wlf mo nn olo mls'l Wo enn't bo homesick nohow, wlf olo Mis' Moon shining on us." |