Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-25

JUDGE BARNsTABLs, NJ G., twiXt devil
and the deep sea.
"'l want to see Miss Fay, doctor,
announced.
"Oue of my aXioms is the boldest
way Us the best way. The doctor was
somewhat surprised, but stated THAI q
visitor might not be conducive to the
lady's welfare, ho did not suppose she
would see anyone One of the nurses
had just informed him. however, that
She had partakon of q light breakfast
and ! might send mp my card.
A relative" he suggested.
OF realized ! would have hard work
running the gauntlet of the doctor f
4 wrote Tom Baxter ON q card he could
see journalist ms plain after the BaN.
ter as he could see Tom i'm front of
it lie would never allow the nurse
iu waiting 20 take mp reporters card.
THE lady would never recognize her
title of Mr. Smith I had neglected.
you remember, to give her my name.
! borrowed one of the doctors cards
and wrote thereon:
It is the courtier who that day
Though many came and went that way,
Up the Avenue and back
Followed the plume of red and black
rhe nurse carried it upstairs and
in O. few minutes returned with the
same card. ON the reverse of which was
written "a follower of King Henry lis
welcome
""The lady viii see YOU in the par
lOr said the nurse Now that's my
idea of % sharp woman. The dude. DC
seems had fred off a pistol while call
ing at her fathers residence the night
before. All the damage arising there
FROM aside from fright. was O few
powder specks on one of her wrists.
Reading the verse, she recognized the
sender of the card
'Now. Mr. Suvers' ] said, 81 do not
see how we can wait any longer for
your contribution"
"Mv selection" he returned, has
been the subject of much comment in
the world of letters. 10 made its first
appearance some seventeen years ago
in O. London weekly ] put In several
days aft the Congressional Library i'm
am eudcavor to prove that joaquin Mil
lor was the author thereof I read all
le has there-his Ships iu the Desert.
his Songs of the Suulanls. and his lat
tar-day poems-the last-named, @ new
book. published uy Whitaker d Ray,
frisco. To does not appear. John
Boyle OR6dly says of this poem that
~ only one line had been written it
were entitled to q lasting place i'm the
worlds literature Note as l proceed,
the peculiar rythm aPd the alIitero-
u0u'
"You don't object to my taking "a
COPY in shorthand
mo; seeing as You serve all OF us
the same way
Half mechanically I had taken notes
o, Mr. BaNter's story.
"I forgot to give the name of the lit
orary freak. 1t is called Laskai and
here goes:
] sigh for a canter after the cattle,
The crack of whips like shots i'm a
battle,
The melee Of hoofs and horns and
heads
That wars and wrangles and scatters
and spreads.
With the green below and the blue
above
And dash and danger and life and love
And Laska,
She used TO ride.
on a mouse-gray mustang close to my
side
with blue serape and bright bell spur
13ughed with joy as I looked at her
Little she knew of books or creeds.
Haf HHf#.l FH hnT moods
rHf1o she cared. save tO be by my side
And ride with me, and ride
From San Saba's shore to LaVaca
tide.
She was bold as the pillows that beat
She was wild as the breezes that
blow
From her little head TO her little feet
She was swayed I'm her suppleness tC
and fro.
by each gust of passion.
eaDliug grown ON a Kansas bluff.
Tbat wars with the wind when tho
weather is rough,
1s like this Laska, this love of mine.
So once, when made her jealous, foi
by something I'd said, or looked oI
done,
One sunday I'm San Antonia,
no Glorious girl ON the Alamo,
She drew from her garter a dear little
And-sting Of the wasp-it made m,
An inch to the left or am inch to tn,
And ! shouldn't be maundering here to
night
BUT she sobbed, and sobbing so quick
ly bound
Her torn rebosa the wound around
Tbat mite forgaye her and scratche.
don't count
In Texas. down by the Rio Grande
Her eve was brown-a deep darl
brown
Her hair was darker than her eye
And something in her smile or trowI
Cured crimson Zip or iustep high.
Showed that there ran i'm each blue
vein.
Mixed-with the milder Aztec strain,
The glorious vintage of old Spain.
She was alive with feeling TO her fin
ger tips,
And when the suns q sea Of fire,
The Sky 20 shining soft sapphire.
One doesn't drink iu little sips.
The air was heavy the night wa.
h0t
] sat by her side. and forg0t-forg0t-
Forgot the herd that was taking its
rest.
Forgot that the air was close opprest
That the Texas norther comes sudden
and sOOni
I'm dead of night or blaze OF noon;