Show A eugene field story miss francis wilson who recently became the wife ol of charles huard a french artist was in her childhood a lose friend of eugene field the poet journalist she said of him the other day 1 I can still see his tall gaunt figure and I 1 can still hear his musical and deep voice uttering jests gravely he was always jesting one night in may he was walking with a young lady and me the young lady was romantic she looked up at the sky spangled with stars and said to mr field space space how wonderful it is does it not overwhelm youa you indeed it does sal said mr nl r field in n adeep a deep awed tone 1 I have a column imn ot of it to fill 1111 every day west ern rn publisher |