| Show undone in the center of a desolate expanse of plowed land stood an aged man gazing earnestly at the last rays of tho setting sun his face was sot und in his eyes was a mingled look of rago and pain As the fast dying light shone upon his ashen countenance his lips moved but whether in prayer or malediction none coald say again his lips moved alakl ho sighed his face grew sterner alas ho said again 1 I am undone 1 and so saying tho farmer mended his suspenders with a horseshoe nail and went homo to supper new york journal |
