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Show H On the Beach. H She Fat upon tho snnd 1 hi sweet anil pensive mood, 1 llor moulded form pctlto j In graceful nttituclol H Tlie seagulls In tho light I Itcverscd with dizzy wheel And thoio upon tho boncrt I felt my senses recll H Ueforo tho inn Id ro fnlr I lUH'It in knlBhtly style, H Intending, too, to tell H My burning lovo mcanwhilol H "IN SWEUT AND PENSIVE MOOD Hf Hut where I knol to sue B " A clam-shell nhnri arose, f And tlrnt Ih why I failed To gracefully propose I Hi nut she wan deft and true, HI ' And quickly moved. Her faco, f Buffuscd 'Kith red. she lisped: fl "Hero Is a softer plncql" Then long upon tho sand Wo watched tho billows roll; fl And for that wounded knee 1 claimed and got love's toll I M Did you over collect any toll Hko M that? It comes nigh, but our hired glri P says It beats washing dishes, all noi-M noi-M V The Man. H Tho city man kicked tho footrost fl 'under his desk viciously and sighed. H "If I could only get out Into tho fl 'country," ho murmured, with visions H In his mind's cyo of red leaves i nd fl babbling brooks, chattcrinc squiri 'Is H and lowing cattlo. 1 "If I could Just lilro un old horse fl 'hitched to n democrat wagon nrd go B nutting again, I'd bo hnppy. I wonder M if tho chlpmonks still hido their nuts L in thoie hollow logs down In Day's Iwood. 'Long about now thoy must he H pretty busy quarreling with tho gray fl .squirrels nnd tho crowsl Ah. met iflfl What n slavo I urn!'' ( And tho city man reached in his K )ockotforrtjjyspcusla tablet nivl toro- HjL,vr Jr e"d;himsolf to tho carklng grind again. Y Out in tho vlllago park, whero tho H' fall wind was whlsporing secrets tb H tho redolent woods, tho country mer- H chant sat on a rustic bench and ca- fl Hfl "Tho samo old story, day aftor day. H I wish I lived In tho city whero I could H bco a now faco occasionally and get H out of this rut. fl "Wouldn't I llko to go Into Opolld H and spend about two wcoks seeing the H sights, instead of ripping off calico H nnd denims. I'd bo happy there! My, H but this Is n hard llfol" ami tho busl- H ness man sauntered over to tho storo H with ennui in his gait. H This Is tho way of tho world. H , Wondor why men can't onjoy thorn- r"' solves whero thoy nro, without bolng H miserable becauso they aro not sonio- H whero elso? M Sometimes, oven when my rent Is H paid, I wish I lived in a llttlo dug-out H In Iowa, or Indiana or tho Philippines. H 'Dooait.'t it beat all? H i fl Bringing the Cows. H Thor6 s daybreak and noon and after- noon, too, Hill Night tlmo nnd Sunday when Bill courU his Sue, Iflflfli But morning or ovo, MIrandy allows, Iflflfli There's no tlmo qulto llko when Towsa brings tho cows. Iflfll Tho great sun has set In glorlflod red HH And mock-birds havo put their young f ones to bed, Iflflfli Tho whip-poor-will calls his mnto in the wood, Iflflfli 'Tho owl's faint halloo frights Damo flfllH' " Mouse's brood H Then Towso comes a-yelp bohlnd tho bo- Hi ' straight up tho long lano they Jog in a H Tho brlndle cow leads with bell loudly Hflfli stirred flflflH "Bob-tall" in tho rear, tho worst of the HHE hord. Hr Tho farmer shouts, "Polgh!" to call tho fat stock flflflB That bellow and squeak o'or fruit of Hflfll tho shock; flflflfl Tho chickens at roost on building and flflflH tree flflflH Are chuckling "Good night" as soft as ! can F Hero's plenty and peace, and still soma In IHH And when thru Is gono there's always somo more. IHH Bo hoi for tho tlmo when faithful old Towso flflflH Bots forth on his task of bringing tho H s A . H A country olltor tells of somo angel H cako that was brought him and adds: H "It was brought to our ofllco by tho H angels thomsolvcs (two beautiful H Smith girls), uostllng In tho midst of H tho largo boquot of boautlful rosos H that adorned tho center of our angol H cako, wo found n dainty note." Tho H girls must lmo looked real cuto nest- H ling, Hko raisins, In tho center of tho H caKO. Pretty onough to cat, too, prob M ably. |