The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1891-10-23
VOL. 23, NO. 15.
GEMS IN VERSE.


belorc ll.u Gate.
They gave the whole long dny to idle laughter,
To iltful song and Jest,
To moods Of sobarncss rs idle, after,
And silcnccs. as idle, too, rs the rest,
But when ut lust upon their way returning,
Taciturn, late and lnath,
Through the broaGi Ei2Iilo:,t in the sunset
burning
They reached III" gate, one fine spell him
dcrcl them both.
Hcr heart was troubled with /: subtle anguish
Such MS but women know
That watt and lest love speak or speak not,
lnn:;nsh,
And what they would, would rather they
would not 50:
Till he said El:.nlikc nothing gconlprchcnding
OF all the srl1tlrous guile
That wo,ne! won win themselves with, and
bCn;.iE,
Eyes of rr!cutlcss asking on her the while
"Ah, beyond this gate tho path united
Our steps rs far ns death.
And might open it, His voice, affrighted
Atits own daring. fultcrch under his breath.
Then she whom both his faith and fear en-
ciluntcl
Far beyond words to tell
Feeling her wonan's finest wit had wanted
The ;.rt lle had that knew TO thunder SO
| well -N ..u.%
ShEly drew near a little step, and inocIlng,
''Shall We not be too late
For tcuE" she said I'm quite worn out with
walking
Yes, thanks. your arm. Aud will you-oprn
the gate"
--, 8-.@. William d. IIowclls.
The Thought Of Yon--4t Song.
7 ...l.-
Or the clouds gloom black above me;
\ sweet thought come, with the thought Of
You love me. dear, you love me.
When the world is cold and its friendships
few, &m# a80.
And toll sa vain endca.or,
i swect voice sings to my soul Of you
And the world is sweet forever.
And love, my love, with the bright eyes true
AMI the rcd lil,s klni With kisses,
There is no love like my love for YOU
No Joy in he world like this is
And whether the sEies are d;srl, or blue,
With stars or storms ;lbDTc mc,
" My life will Shin. with lie thought of you--
You love me. dcsr. vow love lur!
:.4 .#. %... ..& Franklin l.Sitauton.
Reality far Ne.
have /. modest sweetheart
,"I& WHO has not Travelled mitch. 81. ' ...
liAt loves the scenes around her A."
With fancy To rctouch
Dos so:4& grim Jail to,rer o'err us,
...4. My sweet heart cruu@hes low.
She is dear little Dorrit
With heritage Of VOC "".
Or # h5 chance we re trolling
iarntlIh any bit al wood
She peoples it with arr,lcrs. .@%
Ana u:n Robin Hood.
One night we two were passing
\ factory chimney high;
a shower descended on MS #
OK rin1!rra hot and dry. o8#."
The SNAKE clol,ls surged around us,
" The SCOT, like rain, came down.
= Cried l. Ills Cincinnati
Call this no foreign town.
But gHickly came the ;:Elswcr
In sweet, triumphant tone:
".tli, no; this i, l0mpcij;
We're Glaurt.5t and lone"
kissed her once for Glaucus;
Indeed, kissed her twice
The kiss gave as Gaucus
Somehow did not suffice.
| like inat,i
And all that can see,
Yet, when 1t comes to Kissing
Reality for me-
Frances Langwofthy Taylor
els Papa Tumnln Round the Hill:"
My little boy climbed to the window ledge,
And he looked on the field Of snow,
That spread like garment of white
Der the hills and tho valley below.
And the glance of Ills eye ran down the road
To where stands the old brown mill:
Then he turned and said, in q trc!nnlous tone,
as papa tu1nnin round the hll?'
rTwns scarce n day since his loved papa,
In robes as white as snow,
Had been laid to rest in his narrow bed
In the graveyard Just bclow)
Then he climbed up into his little cot,
And all was silent and still,
'Till heard him 1lurmuring in his sleep,
as papa tummin round the lllY'
4& james Jldson.
If We Had Never Met.