LEFT IN ALPINE. A young man sat In an easy chair In a warm und comfortnblo room; y his side Bat a lovely and beautirul maid, Their hearts and their thoi.ehts ntune. They thought or tho ruturo In many ways, And or happiness It would bring; And he held as he gazed In her benutl-ful benutl-ful face, The hand with the Bo)ltnlre ring. Sweet visions of muny a happy year, Of troubles fow and for between ; And theh ours passed quick and the mom drow near, And the young man's carrlago could bo seen. But his poor old horse, tied out in thu cold, Thought or oats, und a warm stable, too; And knowing full well of that story or old, And the time that It took to tell Thought tho time lull ripe for a homeward home-ward trot, As Its limbs were aching with cold; lty a lew llttlo jerks it untied tho knot, And tho young man was left so I'm told. Next day Into town a milk wagon AjuI behIi'faini"curnugownsiieUr In tho scat sat a lovesick, lovelorn swain, And he sleepily sighed and sighed. But tho bishop who understands nil about Jim, Withhold his punishing words; For ho realized tho chances wcro growing slim For the clerk about whom wo hnvo heard.