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Show "It Might Have Been." The nun went down In a blood-red cloua Anil the wind broathed a low, harsh lKh: And a strango. weird veil, like a sombre shroud, Ilunif down from tho murky ky. The fox-bounds bnrd nt the angry moon Thai flickered n dim. x.ld Unlit, And the crlcloH chliucil a doleful tune To the glioyta abroad that night. It was such n night as bra men hate. When the cliirkncm seem to hide lut dimly Hlmpes that congregate ml through the nhadowH glide. Nn start to point the traveler home, No light on land or sea, A night when ghost nnd witch And gnome Hold tlcndlsh revelry. Tluoiigh Dead Man's Utilcli, by the haunted mill. That Rtnnds I'ke u xnicter white. With llr broken arms xo gaunt and still, A fobtnun passed that night. lie trudged along till from without The Hlmdows stood a man, Hut the footman did nut faint nor shout. He neither turned nor ran. He atnod his ground, liruxo to defend Ills every net and deed, Till the shadow spoku and snld, "My friend, Can ou gin' me a chew of tho weed?" The chew was glien, each went his way, There was neither death nor din. Lint J ie often thought, al&i'kaday! How end "It might hale been." "Hank Spink" In II iton Herald. |