Show TWILIGHT PICTURES did you never y when walking through tho the streets at dusk notice the pretty pictures through basement windows as soon one after aftel another the household lamps lar rips are arc light edi there is is a little fellow climbing into his high 0 chair at the table beside bes ide papa and holding his losy mouth for a kiss oh what will keep that father and husband unspotted from tile the if those pule trustin trusting lips fail to do it look again into the window the eldest dau daughter ahter sits at the in ing a book her smoothly brai braided aided hair ind and drooping dro eyelids silo she is reading aloud and mother sits by listening with an honest pride in her daugh daughters daughter tei S good goodness ness and beauty and now they both bath look up tip the book is closed and the girl springs to the door and we bee fathers embrace and kiss and mamma is well content to wait her turn for is she not the blight bahea girl their child I 1 look again the fi fire rc burns brightly lly by its light you can see sec a man mail walking tile the floor with a babas cheek check pressed against his tile the little tiling thing is sick ick S and mamma is weary with tending it and looks on oil with a pleased please d smile at tile the not ungraceful way in which her husband handles kllc little creature and soothes him to sleep all ali see sec I 1 lie L lisses kisses the mothers forehead as lie ho places the baby bab y back in her arms was silo weary when lie came back bioni the office perhaps tso so but she lias has forgotten far gottell it now |