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Show A TELEGRAPHIC DECLARATION. 'Tvrr last Bummer, when vacation brought a blissful breathing spell, And the townsman sought the pleasures of th rural hill and dell. That 1 saw h-ir at the station as her fingers white and small lloved with dextrous grace in answer to the telegraphic tele-graphic call And now, down la my pocketbook, 'mongst papers pa-pers woru and dry, Is a fragment upon which I often look with fondest fond-est eye; I found it on tho floor one day, when all her work was through, And upon it there was written simply: . now many times I've wondered who the happy soul could be Whose name was lingering in her thoughts and wished that I were he ! She had a smile as winsome ea tho daisies that were bright -In the moonlight by the roadside when I saw her home one night. I had talked to her quite often as the days went swiftly by, And when I took tho train at last I did it with a sigh. I like to gaze upon it when I've nothing else to do-That do-That little scrap of paper with its Washington Post . . ' - ..... . . . .. ... |