Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-25


flight
And woe TO the rider woe to the steoi
Who falls i'm front of their mad STAN
pclc,
Was that thunder? ! rose and graspeJ
the cord
or my swift mustang without "a word
1 spring TO- the saddle. she cung De-
hind
Away. ON q hot chase down the wind,
And never was foy hunt nalf SO hard
And never was stecd $50 little spared
For we rode for our lives, You shall
hear how we fared
m Texas. down by the Rio Graude.
The mustang Few, and we urged him
on.
There was one chance loft-aud you
have but one
Halt jump to the ground and shoot
your horse.
Crouch under his carcass and take
your chance.
And if the steers. i'm their frantic
course.
Don't batter you both to- pieces at once
You may thank your stars. " they do,
good bye
To the quiokauing kiss and the loug
drawn sigh,
And the open earth and the Opu sky
In Texas. down by the Rio Grande.
The cattle gained ON us. and just as
felt
For nay old six-shooter behind, in my
belt
Down came the mustang and down
CIngiug together and-what was the
Tgst2
A body that spread itself ON my breast
Two arms that shielded my dizzy
head
Two lips that close to my lips were
pressed.
Then came the thunder iu our ears
As over MS surecd the sea of steers,
Blows that beat blood into my eyes.
And when I could rise
Lasca was dead.
! goueed out @ grave q few feet deep
And there, iu carth's arms. ] laid boI
90 sleep,
And there She is sleeping and NO one
knows.
Wmlo the summer shines and the win
ter SHOWS.
For many % year the flowers have
spread
A pall of petals above her head
And the little graw hawk hangs poise.
iu air.
And the sly coyote trots here and there
And the black snake glidcs and glis
tens and slides
Into "a rift of the cottonwood tree;
And the buz2ard sails on and comes
and is gone
Stately and stil as a snip al sea,
And they wonder why ] do not care
For the things that are like the thiug
that We're.
For half my heart lies buried there.
with Lasca. down by the Rio Ggauds
Don't forget the copy you promised
to mail me next morning, Mrs. R0
land. said Mr. Baxter OF contend uD
scrap-book is complete without O cop,
of Lasca'
81 know one serap-book 30 viii %,
in no an early day. and perhaps Mis-
NaN |ININ nNNIN INNf N IhI|N
Indeed would" " She replied
"With your attention Do said Mr.. BaT
ter. OF win tall you of the lady ] me
mp at the Grand at q matinee.
Twas ON a winters afternoon, 81
murEy 500 droary so drear,
The usher showed me down the aisle
hfJy-tWO, second tier
And Just iu front of me q handsom
lady sat,
] couldn't say how it happened, bu
we began tl chat.
Both wore fringe ON the sleeve; min
meath the uuu did creep,
Hers was of costly lace-full four lu
gers deep
! quoted from the pOem in q manue
childlike. bland;
Said I'D rather live I'm Bohemia than ia
any other land.
And she said her circle was filled wiu
f0iblcs fair
Where the pace is always the swiiJes
none other than Vanity Fair
She had tired of the tawdry and tinseI
tired of the heydey and din,
And l0ngad for that one touch of ua
turo chat makes the whole w0rlD
kim.
/ was % biU up in thelU.cs, could tan
of the pass ing show
And a8 % couyersali1ualist. the lad.
wasn't slow
And am the worlds cares were uiles
just Jrilos light as air.
To the ono who lived iu Bohemia. q
the other from Vanity Fair
| We got los. in the crowd at the exit,
didn't ask her name.
But ! counted every day tim auothc
Wednesday came
] went early took the same seat as De
fore.
And turning nay head i'm a moment
saw tho lady at the door
! She. t00 bad counted the hours SHE
was quick to confess,
! And q litt.e poem garbed i'm lam
guages rurgst dress
Quoted Pretty isn't 10? I know on
like that
It bad served on many occasions, am,
] had DO pat
On the wings went the drama, ON tim
kept mo- tab
And when the play was over, ne show
ed her to her cab.
And what cared they for the rabblo, o.
for the gamin's stare
The one who hailed from Bohemia. o
the other from Vanity Fair
Now. who would dream these meeting
with mon ami were "a sin.
Though the ice along that road. ! fear
was sometimes mighty thin?
So one day mp and told her. told her
'twOuldn't do