Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1878-11-23
THE VILLAGE GIRL.

Translated from the sredish Of R,neteyg.
The sun went down and evening came, the
quiet summer even,
4 mass of glowing purple lay between the
farms and heaven,
weary troop of men went by, their days
hard LABOR done,
Tired and contenied toward their homes they
wended one by one.
Their work was done, their harvest reaped, a
goodly harvest truly,
A well appointed band of foes all slain or
captured newly;
At dawn against this armed band they had
And ali had closed in victory before the fail
Of night.
Close by the field. where all day long the hard
hot strife was raging,
4 cottage by the waysidc stood, half desolate
anG ageing,
And on its worn, low steps there sat silent
girl and unused
And watched the troop come slowly by, in
weary line confused.
She locked like one who sought a friend, she
scanned each mans face nearly.
High burned the color in her check. too high
for sunset merely;
She SAT- so quiet. looked so warm, so flushed
with secret heat,
IL seemed she listened as see gazed, and felt
her own heart beat.
But as she saw the troop march by, and dark
ness round them stealing,
To every file. TO every man, her anxious eye
appealing,
seemed muttering in "A shy distress question
without speech,
More silent than sigh itself too anguished to
beseech.
Blu; when the men had all gone past. and not
word was spoken,
The poo. girls courage failed at last and all
her strength was broken.
She wept not loud but on her hand her weary
forehead fell,
And large tears followed one by one as from
burning well.
Why dost thou weep For hope may break,
Just where the gloom is deepest
o daughter, hear thy mothers voice, need
less tear thou weepest;
He whom thy eyes were seeking for, whose
face thou couldst not see,
He T. not dead, he thought of love and still he
lives for thee.
He thought of love. I counseled him 10 shield
himself from danger,
! taught him how to slip the fight, and leave
them like a stranger:
BY force they made him march with them,
but weep rot, rave not thus,
know he will not choose to die from happy
life and u.s."
shivering the maiden rose like one whom aw-
full dreams awaken.
ASH some grim foreboding all her soul in her
had shaken;
She fingered not she sought the place where
late had ragged the fight
And stole away and swiftly fled and vanished
cut oi sight.
An hour went by, another hour the night had
closed around her;
The moonshct clouds were silvery white, but
darkness hung below them.
she fingers long; daughter, come, thy toll
u al I'm vain.
To morrow, ere the dawn Is red, your bride
srooms here again"
The daughter came; with silent step she came
to meet her mother,
The paliid eyelids strained no more with tears
she fam would smother;
But colder than the wind at night the hand
that mother pressed.
And whittier than a Winter cloud the maiden's
cheek and breast.
Make me "A grave, % mother dear; my DAYS
on earth are overt
The only man that ned to day, that coward
was my lover;
He thought of me and of himself. the battle
field he scanned.
And then betrayed his brothers hope and
shsmed his fathers land.
When past our door the troop marched by,
and their ranks had numbered,
I wept 20 think that like man among the
dead he slumbered,
sorrowed. but my grief was mild, it had no
bitter weight,
would have lived Thousand years to mourn
his noble fate.
mother, have looked for MIN wher'er the
dead are lying,
But none of all the stricken bear mis- features
calm in dying;
Now will live no more on earth in shame to
sit and sigh.
He lies not there among the dead, and. there
lore, will die"
-CornhiH Ma9asine.
FASHIONS IN FURS.