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Show I THE DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE. In tho balmy days of spring when j. the passing breeze caresses the fev- W erlsh cheeks of school children, when ' the faint scent of the locust and the ' mild perfume of wild crab-tree bios- 1 soms, steal through tho open window, 1 whispering in a low, coaxing voice, our thoughts wander lnvplutarlly, to the dim recesses of the wood, and of the coulng vacation days, Tbo event- ful last day of school seems very far off at first hidden away in tho imaginary imagi-nary land. Some where, but so silently does time glide by, that almost before wo realize it, tho dny for which wo so longed Is with us and a tinge of regret re-gret is mingled with our delight, when wo thing of those who will assoclato among us as schoolmates no longer. With what fond pleasure do wo anticipate antic-ipate exploring tho solitude of holy woodlands, where tho violets nro hidden hid-den beneath tho grcon leaves, llko pale nuns in a cloister, and where tho wind forever sings a soothing lullaby. lulla-by. During days when wo linger by cool streams, tho memory of tho last day and the bright faces of tho graduates grad-uates comes up before us. As wo recall the kind voice of tho schoolmaster, school-master, speaking so encouragingly to tho class before him, a delicate melancholy melan-choly comes o'er us and his words, together to-gether with tho parting songs, seem like a dream, a vague, shadowy dream of tho days that are no more. How many beautiful puctures forever for-ever come and go In quick succession before us. The games wo played, tho difficult lessons we conned, the friendships friend-ships we formed, all these are flooded kV I Iif - mmmmmmmmmmmmmmk-'Wmmm JULIA STUART Leading Lady, Orpheum Stock Company. with warm sunlight, with happy clear skies for background. Over some of the pictures there hangs a blur or a cloud of gloom which we would gladly retouch with a brighter thought, were it possible, but we cannot, for tho pictures all hang on Memory's wall. DOLORES WATTS, n |