The record-union., 1898-07-27
HIS SOUL INSPIRED !
So He Was Oblivious to His Sur
r0uudings.

roundings.
He and she dropped into the brill
iantly lighted cafe some time toward
midnight and took seats at a small
table in a secluded corner where they
would be alone and where the arrange
nient of the mirrors allowed her to see
even the toilets of the women at right
angles from her. She was large and
blonde, somewhat overdressed and with
a pasty complexion and too many
jewels. He was slender and distract,
with long, delicate hands and a weak
mouth. AS they took their seats he
drew some paper and pencil from his
pocket and lost himself in scribbling.
She grabbed the menu card and said:
For the love of heaven, Richard, L
must have something to eat!" He paid
no attention, and she raped the card
on a glass till a waiter strolled up.
Have you any picked pigs feet?'
m afraid not, madam. I've never
seen it on our bill"
''I see you have breakfast sausage;
bring me some, quick" and as the wait
er started away: Here, hold on! Get
me a cocktail first. Dick, do you want
anything? No'-to the waiter-"he's
lost to the world While the waiter
was gone Richard continued to write
and scribble, erasing and changing.
while his hair fell down over his fore
head. The cocktail came and was swal-
lowed at a. gulp. Then when the waiter
went to give the order Richard came
out of his trance and read from the
paper:
Q, wind and rain! Q. night and driving
rain
Weave fast and furious thy mantle dark
Dick, will you look at the creature
in red with the big hat, over there in
the corner?''
Just then the sausage came. She be-
gan devouring it. With her mouth full
she looked up and said to the waiter:
Get me stein of beer and some
potato salad, quick."
For in my arms my trembling love lies
fain,
And tongues have ceased that soul to
soul may bark.
my love, think that is particularly
good. don't your"
20, fair, but 1 wish he had brought
the salad with it, The salad came just
then. "By the way, waiter, I'd like a
Welsh rarebit. I had a very good one
down here last week, and bring some
head lettuce"
Listen to this dear one:
Beat down.. Q rain, into the fecund
ground!
Toss, wind. the silken tassels Of the
For reply Richard heard the gurgling
of the beer as it flowed from the cool
stein down that white throat
That isn't good lettuce. Take it back
md HWY, Io%+ a.
not like that patent dressing. Bring
the oil and vinegar and I'll fix it my
SELF
While in the throbbing solitude profound,
My love and l our little lives adorn.
Dick, this place isn't what it was
under the old management. Say, waiter,
dent you see that empty stein? Get a
move on, and fill it,
Richard went on scribbling and pres
emily the Welsh rarebit was bubbling
before his companion.
The blackness is as mellow as a kiss,
Ihe sound OF falling rain is like a sigh
''Dick, for gracious sake, what is that
stuff you're writing? / believe you're
daffy. Do you mean to say that pub
fishers take such rot as, that?" and she
began to eat the liquid rheese
And subtle as the mystery of our bliss,
The voices of the wind that hurry by.
They know how to-draw beer here.
It's not all collars and cuffs, as they
draw it at the Vincennes." Then, after
a long draft: My! but that touches the
right spot! Waiter, some brie cheese,
and see that it is fresh!"
o, wind and rain! o. deep and dearest
night!
Q, mystic rapture of this silent hour!
That we may prove life's meaning and
loves power.
Dick, we've missed the last cable.
You'll have to call a cab."-Chicago
Chronicle. 'i