Telegram-herald., 1890-11-10

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versatility, enabling h'n 10 cover q
range Of subjects that las seldom beea
excslled. Tor instance shoula one
close ones ewes ana listen 10 some of
his poetic ngAts. one might easily M
aglne he Was hearing the best efforts OF
Whittier, Bret Harts. Walt Whitman
and others equAlly noted. The follow
lng has Tie intensity OF Poe without his
gloom;
ay Rival
Yes be married her; tie very dsy
l started Tor the goid Acids. far swsy.
Sy soTrow was fso deep. - lho1Eht it best
otufy Iny gfou9.es IN lfrs fsF-sn West.
We bao playea together. yes. Tor yearsi
She had shafea nay sorrows my JOYS and tears
Ne shthrte4 "lieno"rft ~ thc Aes1e" Ffrc n,
And draak from tae same cup ~ the lasid
stream.
Ant cant tell exactly. when
laat oar engagement hrst began;
1 thlnk II must have been forty three,
Ne wsre ten Years old then, Allie aud me.
We had huated isr birds nests, far and vide.
And nary nest had either cspled
Iill bright red robin rew by any head;
"oh. yonders her nest" little Allie said
] wSsnt long in finding the im6.
lEe bir0's nest there. four eggs within.
As ! claiabcIed oat for better view.
The limb it broke. twas the issi knew.
TIL looked up IN a dazed surprise.
And saw tears standing Ia both her eyes,
bending DER me. aud with apron brown
Was Tiptng the blood from my damaged
crown.
cant tel soH how. aud when.
But w p edged each other, there and then,
And 40 prouder scar can nam display.
Than the ole got on that summers day.
You think I'm soft: well. never mind;
| n all old people some marx you'll ind.
You remember the sdage-don't mind these
tears,
I've kept them back nigh nifty years.
The years few by like summers dream.
Zach added beauty TO my summers queen.
Fool that WAS. couldn't have seen
The siczenins cr-es Of wasted lie.
And my ehildhood's queen snOthers vile.
Yes. he was happy, l don't dispute.
And plenty OF gold thrown in 10 boot.
lis the same old story a fathers Will
Must be obeyed. though the graves he fll.
She told me the story. mid sobs and tears.
Then told me her duty for coming years.
Twas ali up; wen. you bet;
see that lock on her pale face yet.
l tried 10 act the manly part,
Hut | pressed her fOr the last 10 nv acllnc
heart.
Another might wed her thro' threats and
tears
But she was mine through coming years.
Well. fortune smiled in that far-off land;
Wealth found each turn OF the pan.
And how | wondered in that lonely spot.
Why wealth should come when eraved IL not.
The wolf and ar that nights did roam.
of came and shifted round my cabin home;
The panther. too, with stealthy tread,
ould watch for tue owl perched over head.
And no beast Of prey In his native lair.
Was as safe IS In my lone despair.
Ana strangers came, both white and brown,
And stopped with me when the sun went down
One night when / sat in lonely mood.
l tried ia vain 10 think Of FoJd,
The leaves were stirred outside the door.
And a wasted form stood on my moor.
Did / know him? Well. you bel;
Such "A face as his one don't forget.
Ny riya! was there; not rolling in wealth.
But merely a wreck of his former self.
And Tie story he told of his wasted life.
The worst of all n beart-broken wife.
A HE was gone; and then and there
l could have strangied him, IN my wild des
pair.
He had wandered far, and had tried in vain
To rid himself Of his guilt and shame.
And his palid face told. alas. too true.
II fee from yourself you cannot do.
| took hum in, right there aud then.
And cared FOR m like | would friend.
But his stay was snort. In vain tried
10 rally him. That night he died.
And now stand by the rivers brink.
And A lie waits over there, / think.
Don't mind these tears. ain old you know,
Twas my childhood's love long years ago.
SCOTT.