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Show AGONY. Tho music ceased, the curtain roie, I did not heed the play. But gazed upon her lovely face Sho sat two seals away. Her cheeks like tinted apple bloom, Her te;th like gleaming pearls. Her eyes as blue as summer bkies, A wealth of golden curls. And as I gnzed upon her face There came a look of pain. Like cloudy shadow o'er tho land It pui!ea, then came ae&la. I saw the teardrops in her eyes. The rose tint fade away. And that fair cheek grow deathly pal In speechless agony. She turned and touched her escort's arm, Then slowly went away. My heart beat fast with sympathy. I did not-heed the play. He soon returned and took his seat. I gazed in great surprise. He read the question I would ask Flash from my eager eyes. And as the music died away His lips this answer bore: "My sister's feet are number five. Her shoes are number four." Boston Glob. |
