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Show Mrs. J. F. Berkhcimer returned from a short visit in Salt Lake Saturday. Sat-urday. Dreaming in the Depot There is no quiet here! The glare of lights, the rush, the - - shouts, the strain of people hurrying now on, now off the train; The engine's scream, The hiss of steam, Lips touching lips, eyes dim with pain, Grief hid within, and tears too plain! The great wheels turn and in the night The train soon posses out of sight. Mine eyes are fixed upon lis track, While other straining eyes look back, .-. What dreams, what hopes, what guesses, What joys and what distre SSCS, Are in those cars' recesses! I think of what fate has in store for us Ere we shall reach life's heavenly terminus! |