Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-08-26
AFTERNOON SESSION
LAKESIDE MUSINGS.
fCh;cago Tribune I


There are ten saloons in What Cheer. Il.
What Cheer is said greatly to resemble a
Democratic Convention.
The name of the principal river in China
means in English the place of sorrow. -
The Chinese have evidently had river and
harbor bill.
A Kentucky man has for clock weights
two pint bottles filed with whisky. 1t is
understood that law providing against fu-
ture outrages of this kind will be passed
by the next Kentucky Legislature.
A sweet picture of rus in urbe was lately
presented in st. Louis. a little child
strayed from its home and was sought in
vain until some one thought of searching
in the middle of the street. There it was
found completely hidden among the daisies.
The Presidents has approved the order
permitting the shipment of suitable sup
ply of liquor to Sitka, Alaska, for medicinal
purposes during the prevalence of measles
and scarlet fever. 1t is confidently be.
heved that measles will become epidemic
in Alaska before fall.
We crossed the pasture land together
knew that now my time drew near
And fastened, longing for the moment,
Yet lingering, holding back in fear.
l wished the sunshine would not flicker
Across the river in my eyes;
Thea hers she shaded with her bonnet
How could talk through that disguise?
saw the gateway as we neared it,
shaped my mouth and formed the word
When from the bonnet but demurely,
little laugh thought heard.
A plowboy passing smiled and nodded,
bit my lip and blushed for shame
Then stopped to pick hlsod-red berry,
Twas sour, ard speeches. became
-ttrom In Having Times" by S. J. Tlden.
"God help me -
Standing by the window in an attitude
of careless grace, Beryl McCloskey spoke
these words in bw, bitter tones that told
too plainly of the sorrow that was break.
ing her young heart. In her pretty white
dress and ornaments of gold, Beryl was in
deed handsome. Brow and throat and
cheek were as white as the fair cyclamen
leaves that she had gathered in Brierton
Wood that September afternoon, while the
lustrous hazel eyes that peeped out from
beneath pair of brown lasbes were sadly
beautiful in the iotensity of their pleading
But the dimpled face was pale, and the
RANT mouth as grave as nuns.
Turning suddenly, Beryl stepped to the
open door. The west wind that was Sob
bling in the pines that skirted the lawn and
seemed to carry on it's wings the voice of
tears met her as she emerged into the open
air. The golden blossoms of laburnum
bent over her as she stood on the piazza
and flung their perfume at her with every
passing breath OF wind. The hedge that
marked the pathway leading to the lawn
was starred with clusters of delicate
flowers, Somewhere, in the far blue over.
head, lark was singing, and brindle COW
with foreshortened tail was sharply out
lined against the western sky. As she
stood there, thinking of the days gone by
that were so filed with joy-the days when
one whose voice she would never hear
again, whose face she would never see, was
ever at her side, making life bright and
pleasant-her mother came softly beside
her.
"There is no pie. she said.
Bgyls eyes grew dim with tears OF long,
ing, her little hands were lifted as if they
could really reach out and gather back that
happy past. Then with a sigh she came
back to the present. The vision had faded.
The rain. drops were FLASHING in her face.
The wind had brought with it fog, and
she could not see many yards before her.
All my life is mist and storm" she said
with not even pie to send |
one ruddy CLEAN of hope athwars the hori-
IONS sullen front"
Tae mother was bending over her child |
more tenderly than ever now. "Come
INTO the house, my darling, she said II |
know where there is jar OF doughnuts. |
''Merciful heavens = cried the girl. |
: What have you been giving me "-[ From
: How Beryl Jumped the Track, "by Murat |