The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1895-08-22

IN kiued, an every winner III luc uouso W.
great blaze o. light He said he'd swear
no cav woman standin' at a windcr with
wings jist ready to fly when somc I'm pulled
her back. Then old Dobba went by there
one night an saw the blinds an curtains
oil ablazc like, an people ilyin' around the
ceilin,"
"who is this man Dobbs"
Hos an old Teller who lives out in the
country on farm"
Does he drinkm
Like O fish"
al guess he he'd been drinking that day,
which accounts for his seeing the wonder
full sights at the old house,
He says twas spirits" SAID Toby.
Doubtless it was, but the spirits he
drank before leaving town"
"Thars others who've seen strange
sights up thar Mr.. Gray, returned TOBY
after few moments pause
There is some deep mystery about the
house and people who 1--we there. but whcr
once understood you viii lind notding su'
pcrnaturai about IT, Why do people here
object 10 talking about tnat house on the
hilll"
shuddcr, "an' il drives people away from
the Pint Every body says If II haint
been fur that Old house on the hill we'd
had boom l,crc long ago
Allcn dismissed Toby for the day, locked
the Office and went to his boarding house,
his mind full OF the strange mystery of
which he could learn so little.
Next day Tcncy BGyncs entered with
smile on his face and a bundle OF manu-
script under his arm. Wi,h an air OF tri-
umph. he said;
5riiss--e read yon Whit I've cot
here"
81 am pressed for time, Mr. Barnes"
pleaded the editor. ''Lt ave il and lei me
read il ut my leisure"
"Oh, no, it will moi take long, replied
Toncy, with a ccnman&ing smile.
But you don't intend reading Ill that to
mc.'
It won't take long,
my time is very precious now. Every
hour | lose this morning must lie taken
| from my sleep tonight
| 1t was useless to cxpostllate. A country
edi,ot can net, like the city editor, send
clerk Or Office boy 70 talk with theambitlous
autlor who is bold enough to invade his
sanGtum lie usually Is so unfortunate us
to lie acquainted with the literary asprant,
| and escape from personal interview is i'm
| possible. Toney Barnes was certain The
editor would not discover the beauty in his
poetry unless tho author read it himself,
! and gave it the proper Evolutionary enbel-
lishmcnts. II was no use to argue thai be
| could not read it to every body, and thIt
newspaper poetry is TO be read and not
heard; he was determined, and Allen was
forced TO listen.
"There arc several pieces hcre,' said the
poet, with cruel smile. . Let me see which
will read first"
Allen had no choice, and at last the author
seemed to have found one that suited for a
beginning, and, spreading it out on his knee,
said:
81 Will now read you something on
spring"
A spring poem usually makes the ex-
perienced editor desperate. Country ed
itors, especially, have horror of spring
poetry. But Toncy, like all other poets,
having no regard for other peoples nerves,
began:
"Those becuteous, sunny days havo come,
The gladdcSt Of the year,
When verdant nature strews the earth
With wild abundant cheer,
Remain Oh lovely days, remain
With all your plenteous peace,
And may -FOUR roses and caulifiowers
And songbirds never cease"
"How do you like that!" asked Toncy,
with triumphant smile.
Determined to assert his right as critic,
Allen rubbed his aching brow for a mo-
ment and answered.:
at seems to me, Mr. Barnes, that you
might be charged with plagiarism in these
lines.n
"Whcrer
"Whcn YOU say
Those beauteous sunny days have come.
The gladdest OF the year
One can not help thinking OF the familiar
lines
The melancholy days have come,
The saddest OF the year."
"What other placel" asked Toney, his
face growing very rcd
"'Rcmain, oh lovely days, remain NIGH
be thought by some to have been stoler
from Return, oh holy dove, return"
"But it's not, SIR" interrupted Toney.
~ an tho author of those verses myself
and Watts and nobody else can claim EN-. ("
AWAITS is not likely to trouble himsel
about it, but you know, Mr.. Barnes, tina
poets must avoid any thing that savors o
plagiarism"
al guess you are right" said the poet
feeling that he was prosecuted man.
"There is another point where the critic
might attack you" said Allen.
"Whcrel" asked Toney, beginning t
shrink himself.
I'm tho next to the last line there Is a
homogeneous association Of roses and caul
flowers"
at is blending of tho beautiful an
: practical"
"Roses are beautiful and cabbage usefu
IL is true, but there seems TO be an incor
gruity in their association that might sui
jcct you to criticism Besides, one bloom
in the spring, and the other usually ms
lures in autumn"
"Well, if you think that piece won't d.
| III read you one on the brooklct," said tn
author.
There was no escape, and Alien told hii
to proceed.
I Laughing, bupblng br. ght ana clear,
Gushing, dimpling httlc brook,
Gurgling, nurmur Nc, sad TO hear,
How You tempt me from my book;
1 Dashing, sparkling ever on
Q Shipping jumping, st II you 60
' Laughing brbbiins, gushing, dinplnG,
Flashing, whispering, groaling, simperng,
, Gurgliag, murmuring, st,ll you GO"
, "How d'you like thatP the poet asked
giving the editor precarious look.
> That's better"
"D'you really think sol'
ayes decidedly"
Y "Weil, suppose you use thatf"