Show Sayings of Mrs Solomon By By Helen Rowland I Who is this chanting InI in her heart th the Battle Hymn of Victory I Lo it Is the spring pride in all her glory dory She e not note neither doth she grin gr Yet I say unto thee the lilies Ulies illes of the field were not so glad as one of these She fihe hath bath arrayed herself for the sacHer sac- sac which glori- glori I Her veil is as a nimbus hath crowned herself fleth fieth her er she abe for ferber her with a halo of orange blossoms beloved beloved's s delight Her lIer satin train is an an heirloom Her diamonds fl lieth tauntingly taunting taunting- bro broach broch ch of ly In the eyes of her enemies She hath soaked her tresses in and myrrh and covered them with brilliantine She Is perfectly and and perfectly perfectly per- per calm Hola hola hola Let the trumpets sound and the organ peal peaH f The The conquering bride beside the I Who ho is this that and self possession bride e with perfect suppressed smiles of elation Lo it is her father the morning sun His I He as boots and his eyes vie with one another in their glowing Even as the kaiser when he signed the peace treaty with the ki so shall he sign the marriage certificate certificate certificate cate without trembling be re relieved relieved re- re For by that token s shall ball h he hr of ot her bills forever and all nr r Campaign debts shall abali be paid Who is this that in the mont seat among the chief mourners Lo It is the mother of or the bride She- She is 15 covered rEd with satin Latin and point lace she e w ct all ll h her r Jewels els I She mightily to look heartbroken I She is wondering If tt the salad will willi go around She is already planning to exchange the wedding presents I She Sho is gloating over oe her efficiency She herself on the back She her triumph with downcast down down I cast eyelids For hath bath she not led her darling into the port of or matrimony matrimony and and bottled up I the harbor Yea verily Who is this that cometh tipping I chirpily with grins grins' of bold defiance and scornful smiles of pity Lo it is the best man His eyes yes are haggard but glittering He hath bath not slept His breath is redolent of cloves The ring burneth in his pocket He grim and implacable even Implacable even as the high priest st about to slay the pet calf before the sacrificial altar He will see it St through through through-or or kill somebody some some- body Who is this that in unseen He khaki and silver bars bars bars- yet his lips are white with fear His eyes are glazed and terrible His knees are trembling He would not be there if it the thing could be done without him himlIe I He lIe the he eyes of ot the whole world up upon n him yet him yet nobody hath bath obI observed observed ob ob- ob- ob served him I not in It It ItHe He is of ot the picture picture but but He Oh he ho is only the bridegroom I On with the sacrifice Let Hymen be bo appeased I Bola Hola hola hola bela It Is donel done Tied Tied Tied-in In three minutes minutes for for al all eternity eter eter- T Selah a V A f vM rw J Jv 1 v r. r h J J.- J. J |