Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1891-01-22

When we wish some amusement to p1an);
fancy a man who Is portly,
Whose hair has tinge of gray,
Who makes his bow slowly and courtly,
Gives his arm with "AIow me, pray"
man who can never be twitted
With being too fresh or too green:
A man who need hardly be pitied
For fcwness of years he has seen;
A man who can love like father
AS well as a heart broken swain,
With experience that tells him tits rather
Unwfse to "stay out In the rain.''
When the soft light of evening Is fading
And hushed is the noisy earth,
When darkness old ocean is shading
And fed are the voices OF mirth;
When the stilled hum of nature Is soothing
my ears,
And naught through the silence sounds,
long for my lover OF fifty years,
With his solid two hundred pounds.
During the reading Mr.. Blodger SAT
enraptured, and as she finished he muf
INJURED:
'tBee-autiful" Then, continuing in
louder key: why don't you send that
to Harpers', Miss Delaro; they would
jump at the chance to publish It, The
sentiment is admirable and magnificent
ly expressed"
''Oh, I'm not aS ALE anxious 60 rush
into print" was the reply.
s'On the contrary, you ought Co be de-
lighted to give such literary treasures
60 the world.' responded the old wild
over, who secretly felt that Armida had
taken . graceful way of paying him q
compliment, never dreaming that he
vas the butt of . joke in rhyme.
s'5he world would be all the better
Of il not oppressed wi tn such illusions"
che quietly replied.
During this time Afrs. Delafo had re.
manned in passive silence. but she nov
spokeup quietly and asked: ''Doyou ever
have your poems published. Mr. Rlod-
ger?''
well, have sent many In for con.
sideration, but fear that they do not
get the attention which they merit aud
are cast aside" he answered.
s'ThAt appears strange. Surely your
name in itself should command fair
and impartial examination OF your lit.
ersfy work?"
Eyes, that may be; but you see, mum
(A1f. Blodger was lapsing into the soap
business again), Pm only known as .
soap boiler, and editors have no use for
such as we. We may. and do, have mat
Scr u SeNu III WHICH possesses uerAts
but no money can make those ink sling
ers print ie with name like Blodger st
the foot"
''That is pity. Ifear the reading
public in that way is the loser OF some
rare gems" said Mrs. Delaro.
''True enough, but there is no help
for it," sadly replied the poet. Then he
continued: Some day will publish
my collection at my own expense, and
30 give it to the world.'
With these words he picked up his
hat and babe the ladies q courteous
adieu.
AS soon as he had departed Armida
burst into fit Of immoderate laughter.
Ills earnestneSs is too much for me; !
can not help laughing. Pardon me,
mamma" she said.
MIR. Blodger had not been gone very
long when the bell-boy again came 60
the door and handed in telegram for
Mrs. Delaro. She opened it eagerly
and, rs she read the contents, she sighed
almost noiselessly.
What is it, mammal" aaxiously asked
Armida.
SIT is from Mr.. Wilcox, my dear. He
and Percy will be here in two days. and
we SO to New York
But she made no allusion TO the fact
that they had been lead of ON q false
clew, and for the fiftieth time had scat
tered her gathering hopes.