The sun., 1880-12-12

reporter. " that the old man has been down on
Long Island chasing anise-seed bags with the
Anglo Americans2 1 met one OF those lads the
other day. who belonged to any number OF
Hunts and told me all about the sport. He
had beon wretched exile from this land OF
freedom for most OF his life. coming out as
he expressed it, in December for q couple OF
months. and spending the balance Of the year
in Britain and France. When he came out for
good. he brought with him n decided aptitude
for the chnse and an extensive vocabulary Of
sporting terms. OF which he made expert use.
was much impressed by his description OF the
horrors OF n drag hunt. you know. over very
stiff bit OF timber country down on Long
Island How they got the drag through the
timber was what puzzled me- until it transpired
that timber meant fences. and the drag was
the anise-seed bag"
You never were n real sport yourself. take
1t. Mr.. Budge." said the reporter.
No." was the reply; but / have leanings
that way. 1 admit would not mind riding
through a few fences. now and then. to stir my
sluggish blood. Would 1t suit you 2"
oh. yes; think 1t must be sport, II you
don't happen to own the horse you ride; but
they wouldn't let In criminals like U.S. unless
we got taken up"
Taken up ?" said tho Bostonian. How 2"
Why. by the first families: but you may be a
swell at homo. Arc you I"
"Oi course and the old man knows the high
toned people down here. There'll be no trouble
about 1t, will there 2" he said looking up at his
friend. and then added. In an undcrtone:
There. he's of againl"
For the philosopher Needless OF his compan-
IONS was looking deep into the f1re that burned
| in the crate opposite him. and evidently brood
| ed over something quite foreign to the current
talk. Presently he took out n pencil and began
| writing on the back OF letter.
Let him alone" said Mr. Bulge; "he may
| get some Of the poison out OF his system."
| He wrote and stopped. and wrote again; and
| Mr. Bulge and the reporter drank their beer.
until finally he sighed contentedly. rs II his
mind was relieved. put the pencil in his pocket.
| and was about to do tho same with the paper.
when Mr. Bulge interposed:
| IN take that" he said " IL you please;" and
| he got it. and while the philosopher relighted
| his cigar. which had lost its fire. Mr.. Bulge
read to The SUNS reporter these verses:
| Think that sun SHINE dries the dew;
That sparkling wines grow vApid;
And walking matches are not TO
The prematurely rapid.
think tina early worms get caught
| Indeed. ! think of plenty
| 0frensons why person ought
| SAY "Festina Lenten
think saw which is Of use
| To simplify puzzle
| May figure as NJ excuse
| To gormandize and Guzzc
| And that who corpus would
| Unite with
| With some discrimination should
| Exclaim, "Festina Lenteln
| Wise virgins while 1t still IL light
Provide themselves with candles:
The Spartans fixed before the night
| Their hair. and laced their sandals;
| And you who facing time with dread,
| Shrink back at nve.and-twenty,
| Don't try to see so far ahead
| But just Fesuna Lentel
Beer on the poet p promptly exclaimed Mr.
Bulge: and the philosopher laughed and
called for it; and when it was consumed they
departed.