The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1901-06-07

III. i|lSAiAlS iNSti NJ N'No |
Then she handed me a magic ear-trum-
net and said: Listen to the future. |
obeyed and | saw an elegant stone
church. could hear the chimes OF bells.
A throng of people were approaching.
Now they were mounting the steps TO
enter the church. 1t must be we'd
ding. But who could the young bride
and groom be who walked foremost
among them. looked more closely.
She turned her head as though to!
speak to him. when 10, beheld the
face of Ethel. The girl who keeps
one from the blues, yet has them so
often herself. Could it be that she
would be married when so young. But
who was the bridesmaid? Whoever
the young lady was she refused to
turn her face so that | might see. But
still more important, who was the
Young man, the groom? 1t was--but
no, the picture vanished. How unfor-
tunate! Could it have been one OF
our four?
I Another scene appeared. This was
a farmhouse with spacious grounds. In
the foreground was large muscular
woman She was scattering feed on
the ground and at her call large flock
lof chickens came running toward her.
Her voice sounded familiar. Such a
n clear, shrill voice, | had surely heard
lit before. To be sure it was the voice
of Effie Morris But Fife and her
chickens were gone and now appeared
a dingy attic. The light from a small
} window shone full upon figure that
was half reclining on an old couch in
one corner and writing diligently. The
scene reminded one of 30" and her
/ literary retreat in the attic. By her
]; side there lay a book on whose cover
Il read Modern Fairy Tales and Par
odies,' by Isabel Marshal. So Isabel
J. our "Nut Brown Made" would some
) dav write fairy tales and parodies.
; flag they preserved without one stal
, But another scene flashed before my
t eyes Rain was descending in torrents
) and in the distance / saw towering uI
5 in the gloom Mt. Shasta, or such it ap
t peared to be. On it's summit was
seated Florence Odel with pole in hant
t fishing in the Gulf OF Mexico, or rather
, Sin the usual way" as when she goes
; fishing on the banks Of the Boyer. l
; was not surprising to see her thus, bu
i how could she be so calm and peaceful
5 with the rain pouring on her. Fo
|. some reason, I know not why, TIN
e words of Longefellow came to me.
d Into each life some rain must fall,
y Some days must be dark and dreary.
n | was recalled from my musing b
}, a shrill Behold" from the weir
n figure before me.
e Now | saw the picture of a youn
e man and beneath it read thefollowin
t lines: Americas Poet Laureate. H
# has just recently come into public NJ
# tice. A friend while looking over
I book used by the above during Hig
e School life, found written the followin
lines:
''Thou art like a rosie
e. So young and fair and sweet.
is | gaze upon thy nosie,
And gladneSS Hills my 1eet.
re Seeing at once in those lines tn
genius of the author he encourage
to him to publish some Of his poem
Soon after there appeared ITO Ethel
y which stirred the hearts of all WI
read it and he was at once proclaime
be Poet Laureate of America" | need NJ
reveal the name, for you have heard t
er- night our young poet.
There now appeared newspaper {
m, the first page of which read in lars
81 letters: "Cole's Law" Since the ca.
of of Asa Gray, Americas greatest bota
re list, none other has made greater di
ne coveries than the young lady who II;
just discovered, what is known
er Coles Law, namely, that "Flowe
e: wither when broken from the stem"
of Below this / read Senator Il
or letters were SO dim | could not ma
I'D out the name-''from Utah. accom-
he MED by his young wife, nee Edna G
ed breath, started today for Hong Chor
is whore they will spend the winter B
re- newspaper passed away and it w
M now a crowded city. My attenti
s." was at once called to a large sign har
gic ing out before high building. Print
led in large letters upon it was I'll. r. Nj
en- ris, M. D." and then in one corner
ide smaller letters I read "Will Sing
,ok all patients without extra charge t
e." soothing lullabye NANNY Loves Fl