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Show "It Might Have Been." The sun went down in a blood-red cloud And the wind breathed a low. harsh sigh: And a strange, weird veil, like a sombre shroud, Hung down from tha murky sky. T&,x;.,l?0.und', hayed at the angry moon Th.V fllckored a dim, sad light, And Njo crickets chirped a dolefut tun To tho ghosts abroad that night. Jt was such a night as brave meri hato. When ths darkness seems to hide Hut dimly shapoa that congregate And through the shadows glide. No start to point the traveler home, No light on land or sea, A night when ghost and witch and gnome Hold tlendlsh revelry. Through Dead Man's Gulch, by ths) haunted mill, That stands llku a specter white, With Its broken arms so gaunt and still, A footman passed that night. He trudged along till from without Tho shadows stood a man, Dut tho footman did not faint nor shout, Ho neither turned nor ran. Ho stood his ground, brave to defond His every act and deed, Till the shadow Bpoke and said, "My friend, Can you give me a chew of tho weed?" The chew was given, each went his way, Thero was nelthor death nor din, Dut I vo often thought, alackadayt How and "It might have been." "Hank Spink" In Boston Herald. |