| Show 1 I LIGHTS AND SHADOWS November 1 Mpnlh of lurk und gloomy days Month that fall and winter plays when each lent has left tho trees When you cough and sneeze nncl sneeze 1Irat fool wnrm and then feel cold To the coal man shell out goll lon l-on you tuko your whisky hot Month that you had quite forgot When you spent your stun t > o free On Boll Sm thc or Bcsalo Leo Month of mud and snow and slush Month when college muldcns gush Over footbnllplayora ao Month you think will never go Month when evenings longer grow And light bills keep pace you know I Month that has I election day And when thoso who win arc gay When tho crowd who aro loft out Tell you how it came nbout I < Month tho last but not the least Of tho great Thanksgiving feast Greatest Joy beneath tho s Iles Turkeys stuffed and pumpkin pies Cider and all Boris or cheer November and tis hero Who Sho Is i Who Is sho whose deep black eyes Fascinate mo night and day Rules mo every time she tries Binds mo to her will ahvay Knows my weakness tho best Knows my strength at none can know I Works on both with equal zest Wheedles chides and scolds mo s01 I Sho wholl never quit my side Whllo wo both havo strength and life Sho I won to bo my bride I She who rules mo an a wife I I Must IJQSS to Win I Miss Oldly was tolling of an election bet I oho made with her betrothed to a party of lady friends You see ho H I a Republican and I ama am-a Democrat she explained and wo mndo this arrangement If Bryan Is elected ho Is not to claim mo for his wife for a year If on the contrary McKInley o Is elected TVO aro to bo married In it week When she was through speaking thcro was deep silence Whut do you think of my wager she asked That its Just llko n woman to innko ono ° f that lInda bet that you surely I naxo matron to lose to win remarked an elderly I t i From the Chimney Corner OJTWltS It yearn ago ho softly said Twos many years ago I alt and think how time hns aped How awlftly tho years nil go Ahr yes my fro la nearly ocr Ivo had both joy and pain But oh If L could llvo onco more Ono happy hour again But nosuch thinGs can never ho The end Is near I know Ana yet that hour again I see Twos many years ago His grandchild hung upon bin knee And gaud Into huts eyes Vhat Is It grandpapa you sco I Sho naked In mild surprise And as ho stroked her sunny head Ho murmured soft and low These only wore tho words ho sold Twas many years Iso Anticipation II A white Ball far In a summer sea A bird in tho faroff all A mountain thals white ns while can be I away In the distance there A star that gleams through tho shades of night From tho sea the beam of a harbor light A hope that Is far In tho future yet A goal that Is far away Tho hills that gleam where tho sun has sot The clouds that nbovc1 them lay TIs these that we deem of a beauty rare When near us arc those as sweet nnd fair That Brought Her Oh no these shoes nro altogether too expensive said tho fair customer to tho I shoo clerk Yes but think ho urged of tho l JLi7 pi snaurt youll havo this winter eros lnb the muddy streets with tho added comfort ° or lJn1JdralSlcd skirts and they arc cheap at any price Still I think they are too expensive sho Persisted I ft might bpso with lady who Is not osted of lili pretty llttlo foot you r have persisted tho clerk Ho sold J tho shoes I I 4 A Heart Prayer iSo i-So jhortand yet so longoh weary year r Or you I ask not that T may escape tho tears That must bo mine while life lrm pass I From Inn dcnth through to life from dnrkucaa to the light I From blindness to tho glorious gift ot > sight i i f But I do ask and for It I coT will pray My prayer j < 1 i Shall Importune tho Throne of Grace ol way 1 That through tho ways that dark S and gloomy arc I Lot what oC pain that to mo may betide Somo kindred soul aide shall oerboby my A Broad Hint Theres some who vote tho way they shoot I Ho sold nnd gave a wink I Thcron many though their horn will J toot When given a horn to drink Why Sho Won Him Twns not that she was rich and grand 1or fortune she had none I Sho was not fairest In tho land And yet his heart she won l You ask what was about tho maid That ho her hand should scelt21 1 Sho wns a milliner by trade I At twenty plunks per week Generally The man who burns tho midnight oil A worker Is they say But watch him and youll always find Ho sleeps through half tho day I |
