New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1896-04-12

in her though she amt shown II mucn. o,v IL
turned and looked at the water as II ne saw
for the first time. With his face thus aVei'eu'
You jest engage yourself to Bid A. tnep know VOW
n he can manage AS you pIease' ~ NJ saisn,,,
IKE didn't mean nothin' out OF the way;
mo" answered 81 won't engage lily SCH ~
him"
"Don't you like him?"
Very much indeed" ~ ,s M,
Then what you kickin' against" couid ho'
reply to this. and 7 Thought
there wns contempt In his expression iheie
was a strange feeling rising in my hear''
IT'S that singer Teller, afier al. a T
And then father swore emphatl,aily' aiiu
stood silent and dropping until there was
chance for me to say:
What if you did? But guess we won't tax
anv more. must try to .ketch my train so 3 to
git book in time for the chores to-nisV "'o'-
bye. Billy" ..r,oa ~
walk m to the road / watched him. his big
boot tops tapping. his burly frame peit over ~
meet the wind Suddenly, without knowing '"a'
| was going to DO 80, called:
Father Father" .so
lie did not turn ! suppose the noise OF the the
wind drowned my voice started TO run hdf, az
him But | only ran few yards before
stopped. | returned slowly to the sheiter "i
the cliff. e...
In a few moments | let. the shelter; wanted
70 he out in the wind; it was good TO feei II
striking me hard blows. Stouty | climbed up
on the grassy side Of the cliff, feeling like
pirmy twisted about by giant ,..
Youth is strange ph1se-nay, stra"Ec
thing--for sometimes ii seems something tanei-
BILE ! not thinking now OF father or bd,
v ell or Of singing but only OF that poem Oh
Elizabeth Stoddard's which Miss Runciman
read to us two girls since we came to THE place
IneXplicably at this moment the lines seemed
to have some definite mission in my Efe
Was 1t this very headiznd upon which the poet
stood?
What is my recompcnse upon this soil.
For other paths are mine II 60 hence
St must make this mystery my quest? 49,
F3r here there think. one sways my VIII.
Here but the wry grass and sorrel beds
The gaping edges of the sand rayines H., ,or,s
Dropping above a brook. that gssh creeps
Down to the whispering rushcs In The marsh
And this Is ALL until reach the Gin. ,,,,
And on the headland's verge stand. enthralled
Before the guf OF the unquenchab.e sea-
The sea, memorable in It's might.
Circng the pebby beach with lmpd tdes,
Storming in bays whose margins fade In mist
eald aloud. The unquenchable sea- and
then something pulled my cloak from pehind-
something that was not the wind
There was Bathsheba.
We'll | must sayr' she exclaimed breath
lessly. that really didn't think you We're quite
such a donkey 40 to come out on this cln and
quote poetry in gale like this. Ana where s
the milk for brcakfastY
''Rreakfast?' | cried irritably. who supposed
wa sh.ull have breakfast for two hours YETI
you never can tell" responded Bashy. put
ting a hand on each side Of her mouth and
dhoutng. Aunt Nora sent me to nnd you.
great call for Billy Armstrong audience won
loaVe-Iiy, ELY Armstrong, Bouquets thrown
On the stage Ahd-lis;en. There's a man come.
Man with u diamond rirg and eyes,.
Having shouted this the g!il turned and ran
or oathor was blown down the elm. And foi-
Cro he continucd)