Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1893-02-08

muring along these golden brown reed,
how glorious TO him would life stretch
full to the hrim of rich possibility
Not so very long ago, grapes white
and purple, so beautiful no Bacchus
thus brow crowned dare despise,
grapes, whose luscious Southern summed
sweetness Silenu5 old would tura sick
OF craving, Incl the hillside. Occ4-
sionally at dusk merry tinkling is heard;
adown the wide road dlpplsd mules.
gray, six in number, braveIy they
tramp downward. Their driver, brawny
feiluw IN warm double jacket, sturdy
boots, soft cap set knowingly on one
ear, cute twinkle IN his clear eye,
great sinewy, curling plated whip in
hand, Justify, cheerily huns he gay
Pastoral, dear Phyllis somewhere
awaits him in the future, tins rounde-
lay broken in by calls to his team;
driving lines they have none, red
tassels dance in the light wind from
their strong heads, silver little bells
keep time along their hooped collars
brass flushed. 1t is a late waiO, is
ca ches the dying sunllght's parting
smile to tie purple tinted summers
hay. The river tOsSCs restlessly.
Stirred in its heart deep by forebodings
Of storm. What tales In the past
beneath the yellow moon might it not
tell of summers wOoing, what In the
future Cf Autumn's fulfilling2 Upon
Its heaving breast the ships have stead
ier hand to hold the helm. Their
course now runs "from lands of snow
to lands of SUM-" Twilight covers the
hills in blue indisLinctness. The pinesl
none sing more weird or strange a song
than they. To what must the fllmy
mist about them be compsTed, the
softest cobwet, bathed in lavender
palest, mOon-lghte1, indescrIbably
fr?gile. Miles of marsh land and mea-
dow alike change under Winters sure
hand. Small birds u1migratOry, fit,
chirp thrO' green moss. They seek dry
twigs for wi ilter homes. wild duck
swift winged, from Northern Sea
vibrant call across the marsh plant.
sea gull, downy breasted, feed
on sand bar left bare by ebb tide.
Furthur up on sloping down the
sheep feed; at night do thy gather to-
gether, sleep beneath twinkhng stars.
Perhaps some dream of eve lamb
absent, gone, watched by no Shepherd
friendly, motherless, m left out at night
IN shutting up the fold" All too soon
comes the bitter East, the b!usterin !
old North West.
Across forest path, Ilney moss al
brOwnly, a wintrY object cuts the ch II
landscape. 'Tls an aged woman, a
crJne wrinkled, bent, her din eye like
a dying lamp fitfnlly flIckers in It's
sunken socket. She gatLers a few
dead b0uIhs, kicked aside by the wood
| cutter, for fire wood. Most scantily
C othed, slowly she hastens homeward.
| Poor, pathetic, Durdened old are, a..d
! lonely. Verify it would seem all the
! fire the other side ot the stream SJYX
scarce could warm thy trembling old
shell. Nothing less f,r this than the
vital elixir of warm youth, that alas
comes but once.
In the orchard cider presses stand
rusty. Kind old D)bbiD, head a little
closer each faithful year 10 Mother
Earth, or, lu4t-Ous-eyed oxen, have
| taken the sweet juice foaming in solid
| cask now planted deep in country
cellar.
The old mill is silent; its merry
wheel hangs stiff with gliJtering dia
monds. Its sweet song has gone deeE
| into shadow.
At eve one great silver Star glintf
| athwart the frozen mere. 1t gllds the
! shiyering water reed Its cold eye
| hovers over the dark pool This ones
frozen heart, mutely uurespOnslve, re-
fleets for return a steely glance devoid
of warmth.
Sunsets take no deeper tone. Blues,
| creams. whites, massed so airily, have
given place to steTner hue. Jagged
lines along the Western sky opal barred
thousand sh AIDED, crossed by maddeI
lakes slanging purple, deepen.
Masses of strong red predOminate.
| Gold black, tawny yellow hack ground
presents strange combination Wild.
Greens, salmon pink, aqua-marines
darkest olive, loom gloOmily up beyond
J the horizon crimson glowing
Mortal lt;hes not the glory OF these
sunsets. We gaze enthralled.
We believe ourselves to have caught
| in a measure the swift rhythm of thest
rich sy OhOnies. See you'll t'is vanished.
| Oft individual shades of one color,
from topmost high light, trembling, tC
profound depths, scintillate, gIeam,
melt into hirmony absolute.
Nor sullen discomfort nor anxious
| care,
Fen though brought thither, could
inhabit there"
DRYDEN.
A long, low room. Darts of ruddy
flame from a great chimney, CLINT dp-
ward, loss themselves in rafters brown
and red. a tai old mahogany clock,
that never sleeps, ticks soothingly. LIS
face. lighted by one round bright no III
! This smiles. peeps over at star children
very showing. Narrow windows small
pane5, welcome the gay morning sun
! The The golden sun responds. CT ee Is
shyly in. plays about the snugly cusll-
ioneG and broad window seat. QUAINT
| old walnut "presses" OF cupboards
three I'm number, fit into the corners OF
the wainscoLted room sides; this wOod
work painted robin egg blue picked out
with red. From the shadowy depths
J of the cuphoards bits OF china blue aud
white CLEAN. Mellow this old china,
highly polished, handled lovingly by
fingers now dust under the clump or old
oaks Zone might see should he but
glance across the feld) signing over the
Swallowed headstnnes.
Deep within the Ing!e Nook the
] farmer sits. Lszily great dogs stretch,
yawn. Apples, nuts, a quart tIL kard
of home-brewed cider near the good
mans hand; brawny, muscular, cross
lined hand; hand ennob'ed by hard
toll. STURDY goodness beams from The
| farmers eye. An eye whose liquid
blue gleam, unshadowed ny too nucii
contact with the world, rivals In
warmth the blazing pine and oak logs
! themselves.
Do not the happy voices of his chill
6ren greet him at every turn?
R.ddy-cheeked, rosy, they play.
This one next him, the frst-born,
why doth the fathers hand gain softer
touch as it nears blsbrigbtyoung head
The boy meets the others look with