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Show I Rippling' Rhymes I By WALT MASON. 8 THE ENIGMA, That monster of the western coast Is now within the prison's gate; his IH wives, when counted, made a host, and ho had murdered ton or eight Ho married girls wheror he went, and you, on hearing this, will say, "He must havo been a winning gent, who had a fascinating way." But no, he had a feline face, a wolfish mouth, a furtive air; as shy of beauty as of grace yot he won brides most overy- jH where. The blooming damsels seemed to see in Bluebeard Watson things that jH charm; and when ho said, "Wilt marry mo?" They answered him, "You bet jH your arm." And so they decked themselves In white, and with him sought the altar rail, and at the finish tdM of the rite he butchered them and swiped their kale. And I could name H a dozen lads, all loaded down with sterling worth, who've searched for brides in many grads, who searched in vain throughout the earth. I havo no doubt the Bluebeard wives refused the hands of many when who have no blemish on tholr lives, who arc not headed for the pen. I cannot trader- fl stand those maids who'll bllthety mar-ry mar-ry unknown knaves, of wolfish mien, who carry spades, with which to dig BH the ladles' graves. Hsv |