The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1897-02-28
THE woRKMAN's STORY.

For the Happyhammers.
some worktnen supported the roof OF a
mine.
by very substantial nog;
TheS fashioned II IN tho shortest time.
-, From a strong old hickory log.
Then they rested talked and sung,
And told of gesis when they were
young,
Whtle they poured in their nogs from n
hin that was flled
With the finest nog that was ever dis
titled.
Said one of the worltmen: "In tell to you
story reported to be true.
zone time n sportsman on a holm
With only his dog for game had como;
He wandered along the rivers edge.
Among the iiarS and bright green sedgc.
Ard gazed on II holm in the lifnpld river.
And watched the twiSs OF the osiers
SILVER,
His good dog. 100, was on the alert,
And know on the alt. game was covert.
"rhe shot from the sportsmans rife few,
frighttened many away. ana left few.
And bring no what my rifle gave--
TIE dog was strong and 1.-the OF limb.
Twas only fun for him to swim.
lie quick returned with trophy won
~ the sportsmans faithful gun,
Ana frlskeI 'mong yellow-iowcred whin,
Like lac had dunk from well-hled hin.
stop, you glmbollng dolt, . walt,
or IN take the shag from off your pate.
Give me thar fowl with toes OF Web
win a surprised and curious look.
Ard wondering. from The dead birds neb,
a lovely golden ring he took.
"'rhe. ouch. with sard was set. ana quaint,
ly wrought.
How came 1t here, the hunter thought,
Perhaps twas cast on foreign strand.
From jealous matdcns dimploi hand.
he als II may. 1t now shah hide
I'M II binds tho finger or my BRIDE
lie called his dog, left holt and holm,
And crossed the blue seas snowy foam.
Gle Travelled through midas Jungle grim;
Hoard roar OF lion at twilight dim.
And the weird and cat-like cry,
or the almost toothless al.
Grasses with avn he Travelled through
And many fields of anil. fco.
At last he left wild India's ground,
And for merry England soon was bound.
There the hunter fingered long,
And to the mottled thrush song,
lie listened; through corn fields mingled
with
English cockel, known as 9Th,
lie idly wandered. and In the shade,
WaEchod tho sieaminG ost that made
The haps of commerce valuable;
Ana sirayed through heath and grassy dell
Hut yGl no maaden with her wiles.
Her gentle signs nor pretty smiles,
Had caused HIS heart with love to thrill
J le WIS free from cupid's arrows stan.
sun lay hid near the hunters heart.
"lIe rode again the oceans foam.
saw the ruined rampant OF old Rome.
The soft air breathcd on Theirs shore
And scanned the ruins OF castles built
Ire much OF noble blood was spAl.
on temples anita he had leaned,
and saw the altar's waxen ligrht
Ecari priest IN alb the mass Tecite;
Saw lovely maiia at call on prayer,
Enter the temple to worship there.
But beautys charms had made no wound,
For the huntcr'S heart az yet WAS sound.
"why should linPsr here. thought he.
In my place OF birth DER moaning sea,
Ny bride may now lie awaiting me.
| SO he boarded a stately steamer
Ana mingled with the fhrong.
Ills heart was fillcd With Rlainess,
Ana he humrned the ew!st old song
or our poet, Howard Payne.
a sweer-isced girl WAS g,aiiding byi
TIE hunter heard her gently sign
Saw tho tears in her violet eyes,
md felt some cloud hid darkened
The hrigisness Of her skies.
He threw pTopriciy aside.
without the least conjunction,
nd spoke to the sweet faced maiden
I without an Introduction.
I 'eHc IN his conversation learned
! Her parents death the maiden mourned,
/ Her sire, prince's son had been.
I Who married an American,
1 And had been diSinhefitcd
| Becntse a poor girl ne had wed.
| Slowly with her he walked the deck:
! Tho ntght was soft, fha moon was shlnfne
Z She on his arm lightly reclining,
/ When he felt the bliss. the matches
fame
| And DER the maid stole the active flame
| But could not tell from whence Il came
| And with modest, feminine grace,
The charming blush on mock ana faeA