The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1901-07-19

and wrote for five minutes. Then \
smile came to his face, and his god
nature was quite restored as he said
she runs of as easy as grease.
nave finished the second verse apI VI
read 1t to you:
'ilis name is Shakespeare, and his pen
Has honorcd him among all men,
His name will live ten thousand years
And o'cr his grave we'll shed our tears
Perhaps you'll say that's not h
ode! Where are YOU going?"
Mrs. Bowser had started for thcJu
to give vent to her feelings, buthc
had to halt and face him and cIkc
down her emotions.
"Weren't you listening to that &C.
ond verse?' he severely asked.
"Yes, of course, but must stikay
that it is not an ODE
"Oh, you must? How very nd!
Will the lady condcSccnd to c9an
when and where she graduatedls a
judge of Odrs?'
"Alr. BowScr, before I read vi an
ode let's look in the dictionary nj see
what Webster says. am sure y{ will
fnd"-
"Find nothng." he shouted b his
collar began to turn red with hi face
and neck. Don't you dare att3pt to
read me an ode! Don't tell m{what
Webster. Worcester. Jones. Johto or
any other man says about themJ
But | want to show YOU tilt you
are mistaken" she protested.
"Never-nevcr in all this world You
go right up to your room and stay
therev
Mrs. BowSer went, and the cat found
a refuge, and Mr.. Bowser was looking
around for something to kick owe,
when the doorbCll rang. He answered
1T to find n weary William" confront
ing him.
"Just crust Of bread to keep life II
me till morning" said the tramp.
"Do you know anything about poet
ryT quericd Mr.. Bowscr as brigh
thought came to him.
81 ought to. as have published two
volumes of it," was the reply
"Thcn come in. I've got part Of al
ode here | want your opinion of. and
after you have given it we'll see about
the crust. This is TO be an ode to
Shakespeare
81 see. dedicated my last volume to
him."
81 am to read it before club"
Exactly. I've been there myself. IL
It's good thing. the newspapers will
want to publish it, I'm all ready"
Mr.. Bowscr looked around for the cat
and out into the hall to see If Mrs.
Bowser had sneaked down stairs and
then read the first verse. The tramp
had no remarks to make. He stood
with bent head and wabbling knees.
The second verse followed, and Mr..
Bowser said:
''T'hat's as far as l have got And
how do you like it?''
"Drop it, old man-drop it," whisper
ed "Wcary."
"What do you mean"
at will lead to suicide or murder"
"Do you mean that you find fault
with my ode:"
at isn't an ode; 1t isn't rhyme; 1t isn't
verse. It's hog wash! I'm dying for n
crust Of bread. but I'm n poet, and
when hear such stuff as that
must
Then he went down the hall on
wings. with Mr.. Bowser after him and
the cat a good third. At the door there
were n grapplc, n dozen cuss words
and great banging. and when Mrs
BowSer got down stairs the caller had
escaped. Mr.. Bowser stood there witt
his shirt bosom torn out, his collar
hanging by one end and his right eye
turning plum color. but "William" hat
escaped.
as this the same ode or another
oneT" she asked after awhile.
He took his hat off the hall tree an(
flung it down and jumped on it, bu
uttered no word in reply. His lyrt
was out Of time. Nj. QUAD.