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Show -r- ,-ij -" H i CUPOLA I f) -BYBON WLU4T13 H "nHMBsTBTrt Jill win nri ua !!. JjjJjuMiiijuJF That Cistern Font. jH Hector Scribblltls Wrltoington, tho jl great hoavywelght politician of tho . U "Weekly AgltatlonlBt" was busy toll- H lng the postofllco clerk with a postage M bill to como again, when. "Stubblo" IH dropped tho seven-column form of iH agate and "pled" all but the column M For the samo reason, tho great pot- H Itlclan did not hear tho foreman's M remarks to "Stubble" on this partlcu- M lar occasion. Neither did ho know M that "Stubblo" much frightened and M crying softly to himself, (lid as ho M was bidden, and threw the moss Into M an old clstorn in tho rear of tho M office I 'i "That VJanged font o' typo Is all H woro out if.-.how," apologized tho forg- H man, "and wiV-vlght Jest as woll gft "B rid of 'cr now asCivtlme." Lw Thus it was that thriittcrod typo B In tho cases of HecUirSubblltjs M Writolngton's printing ofllco, boSWa H migratory llfo to tho dark and hIr M low receptaclo In tho nlloy and thuaSu LM it was, also that tho appellation "els- l tern font," camo Into uso In tho ofllco -v H of tho "Weekly Agltntlonlst." A , Ever and anon ns Hector wrote hla v M heavy editorials, thero filtered through B tho doorway to his sanctum, somo H laughing rofcrenco to "that cistern M font," followed usually by tho hyster- IH ical giggle of tho girl typos. IH Hector Scrlbbilltls Wrltoington waa H fliiRiilnlntis. nnd Incltnnd in nnvorltv. BH Ho Invaded tho realm of ink and iB presses and snorted: 11 "Lerame soo that 'cistern' typo!" M Stubblo, who was at work on a pat- '" H ent medicine reader, fell off his stool M into tho lye-kettlo in a dead frlgfit. M Tho typos wero all in a tremblo, ami M (Foreman Glbbs' heart ntoppod regit- . -B toring, for Scribblltls was a furious H man when onco aroused! M "Lemmo soo that 'cistern' font!" ho 'H ropoated, his oyo blazing. "Lemmo H soo It!" The foreman stopped to a caso of H type, the first ho could reach and H pulled it forth! ir H "It's a good type, Mr. WrltolngtonY -I he said meekly. "There's Bills, tho H grocer, won't havo nothln' olso in jJls H ads., and Boskins, tho real estate H man " - M "Tls a good typo, isn't it?" inter- H rupted the quickly appeased Scrlb- M blltis, who did not know brevlor from H circus poster, "when Foundry & Co'o. H man comes again, I'll ordor another H lot of it!" " Entering his sanctum ho wroto on H a memorandum slip: M "Order 200 pounds cistern font." H And underneath ho added: iH "Good type, wears well, don't forget H "Stubble" says he is going to qujt beforo Foundry & Co's. drummdr i makes his semi-annual visit to tho "Agitationist" ofllce. The foroman isn't saying much, but ho is thinking of trying a Job out H west for his health! M 3 9 9 I At the Sign of the Frost. , H In the wood tho leaves nro falling, LH In the bush the thrush Is calling, tJH Jn the log the squirrel, chiding, , M Chiding, LW Guards tho store he's deftly hiding, - mU Hiding from his clan. M On the brook the wavei aro whlmpllng, M On Its breast the sheen Is dimpling, H On the stream debris Is tloatlng, ( Floating HH Autumn leaves llko fairies boating, H Boating In a dream. H .9nAne nln'n the flow'rs are noddlnr. H in the Held tho plowmnn's plodding, O er the glebe the sunshine hazy, M I lazy. t H biireads Us thralldom light and imujr, M Mazy, ns a spoil. M In the wild the briars are tangled,' i In the nooks the banks are spangled, mmM In the bluo tho bees are winging, ibH Winging: H All their honeyed plunder bringing, H Iirlnglng to the hive. H lBBH Tn my heart. Lucille. I'm singing, H To my joy I'm wildly clinging. , & With my sweets my heurt I'm bringing, M m Bringing- M To your feet, my own, Is winging, mmM Winging, all my love! H L'ISNVOI. M tn my mind, I'm thusly dreaming; In my head this ditty's seeming But Ifwlfey hears this wooing, IH Wooing, MM There will soon bo something doing, 'Mm Doing In my Hat! M For, you know, it doesn't make an H difference how much of a poet you are, bbbI your wife nlways has her oyo on ytiur j lovo business. Now, to ba honest viilh Mt you (and to calm our wife), we dati't MM know any Lucille at all, ahd our heart IB isn't singing, because we havo dyspepsia Mt son e. But you may know Lucille, unbe- H known to your wlfo. of course, in which Mt case I will ferl that I havo not written H In vain. Lucille Is a nice name and sh Mt ought to ba a nice girl, anyhow. H |
