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Show I visits .wrtifjl Waiting for Her. Down by the flaming shore where the maple trees and the frost have fashioned a sylvan syl-van trysting place of gold aad sun-set, sun-set, have you waited for her? Have yon watched for her at high noon when the sunlight sent shafts of glory through the rustling leaves and fashioned odd traceries on the browning grass? ""V Have you waited for her at the eventide when the graceful willows wil-lows cast their sparse shadows far out upon the whimpled waters, when the cat birds were piping their matin good nights and the swallows swung o'er the glinting waters in their wanton play? Have you waited for her in the moonlight whenLuna t bathed the nook with wondrous light, silvery and soft? Ah, have you waited for her . and fashioned rosy auroras in the realms of imagination, in the realms' where air-castled turrets pierce the mellow sky and Cupid swings along with his sparrows in his chariot of down? Have you built tiny cottages on the shores of enchanted lakes, won fame and patrimony from the groveling grovel-ing world, ascended dizzy heights and flung your banner of success to the world for her? Have you pictured her sitting op- i posite to you pouring tea and making a Heaven on earth? t And just as you have accomplished everything worth while, have you heard the swish of the grasses and the frou-frou of her gown as she came down the path to meet you? Ah, have you? And there in your trysting place, have you taken her in your arms and kissed away the fears that every woman has, kissed away the doubts and misgivings and the maybe-sos? And as you held her close have you told her of your dreams and your hopes and aspirations? Cocagyne, Paradise, Utopia, Lotus Land you are all outdone! Waiting for her has glorified and beautified the trysting place into the Agapemone of delight! Waiting for her has ideal-. ideal-. ized the nook by the pulsing river, among the maple leaves of autumn! It is the Eden of youth the nearest approach to the divine shores of Perfection! Per-fection! Visit it while you may, for tomorrow will come the woodsman with his axe, the miller with his dam! Only a few times may you wait for her like this! And then the rude highway and the battle fields of Life! "I made a posy, while the day ran by; Here will I smell mv remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time did beckon to the flowers, avid they By noon most cunningly did steal away!" Tickleinktums. A handsome frame has sold many a mediocre picture. A family is seldom too poor to support sup-port at least one dog. ft ft ft Whoever heard the spirits of the departed saying, "Here's how, old man"? ft ft ft From now on until spring it will be nip and tuck with winter and that old overcoat. ft ft ft A nurse who understands her business busi-ness will promise to marry any man just to get him well. ft ft ft It is surprising what a bottle or olive oil will do for the man who thinks he has appendicitis. ft ft ft A magazine editor is a most sympathetic sympa-thetic soul. Think of the poetry he rejects because of his feeling for the public. ft ft ft Open the window and let in a little fresh air. When plenty of fresh air enters the house, the doctor goes out the front door. ft ft ft On the train coming into town this morning I met a man who told me another man told him that his boy knew a boy whose father told him their nearest neighbor had related to the milkman that he had seen the first robin this spring. 'Rah foT spring! Time of Her Life. A Clay county girl after visiting the National Corn Exposition at Omaha describes de-scribes her visit thus: "O I had a perfectly per-fectly beautiful time! Contrived there a little after noon and took a cabby to the hotel. Wc went to our rooms In a refrigerator re-frigerator and the rooms were Illustrated with laughing gas and heated with legislatures. legis-latures. I was too Incited to eat much but I saw everything on expiration and when I got home I felt well prepaid for the time and money I had diapenst with." Edgar (Neb.) Post. |