Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18


nodded toward Zalda.
"One moment, till l get my banjo"
She was back from the bedroom in
moment with the instrument. All
the harsh lines left her face as she
sang:
PLANT ye a tree
That may wave over me,
When am gone, when l am gone"
When she had finished, Mr. Baxter
took the instrument, placing two silver
quarters under the bridge Instantly
the metallic twang peculiar to the ban.
| 10 was lost. in Its stead appearing a
| combination Of the softer tones Of the
either, guitar, and mandolin. He
/ proved no mean manipulator Of the
strings. as he sang to the tune Of the
"Mocking Bird
These are girls that we greet in Sep.
tember,
In September in September
These are girls that we greet in Sep.
tember
And are gladsome as the springtime
in May.
They'll be waiting for us in December,
In December, in December.
They'll be waiting for us in December.
And be happy the whole year round.
II didn't know, Mister that music
was one Of your accomplishments" /
said.
1T isn't" he replied That's as far
as 1 can go, Pray don't ask for an
encore
81 can not help thinking, Miss Ly-
brand, spoke up Mr.. Stivers, how the
fellow fooled you by his supposed read
ing for the magazine. | always ad-
mire a sharp woman / don't care If
she is as ugly as a mud fence. had a
little escapade one night, in which |
met party whom | could applaud l
had met the lady once or twice, and
she always had a story for my ears.
seeking advice and so forth. About II
o'clOck--it was pouring down rain-I
was going up Seventh. Just as 1 pass
ed her she said, "Turn into H." | did
So she joining me a moment later. We
couldn't stand I'm the rain and talk all
night, so she said she knew the folks
had all gone to bed where she was
rooming-she had only been there a
few days-and we might step into the
back parlor where with the gas turn.
ed low, we could engage in conversa-
tion until the abatement Of the storm.
10 was just at a time when one Of
those highly moral waves was sweep
ing over Washington. At any rate,
says / to myself, I'll make the venture
She let us in with her latch-key, and
we sat in the back parlor Of the II
street residence and talked for an hour
or more. When she let me out there
stood a policeman at the gate. You
live in there? he inquired. Yes, | re.
piled; Just moved yesterday. My wife
has a severe headache and I'm going
down to Ograms to get her some
bromo seltzer. | raised my voice,
trusting the lady, on the inside Of the
door, yet I hoped would hear me and
understand. OF course, out of the cops
sight, l need never have returned. /
wanted to stick by the woman, how
ever, and not have the officer report
that men were seen leaving the house
at an unseemly hour So l marches
down to Ogram's and hurries back.
There stood the cop at the gate.
walked past him, turned the knob of
the front door, and the woman fell in
my arms as J stepped inside. She had
overheard, understood, and awaited my
return. That's what / call a sharp
woman"
Il had a similar experience once"
said Mr. Baxter, "and II the ladies will
again favor us, l will try and tell you
about It,"
After Zaida had given Rose Os-
borne's Twilight Bell" and Jean In
gelow's Divided, / said:
"In olden times a ship was saved
from drifting on the rocks off the Irish
coast through the efforts Of a girl, FL
Ian by name, who, through the silent
watches Of the night, kept a beacon
brightly burning on the crest Of cliff
Her incentive therefor was found in
the fact that her lover was on board
the vessel The lady was afterwards
known as Dona Ellan, and from this
couple sprang the famous Irish name
of Donellan;
Near a little Irish village.
on a stOrmbeat, rocky coast,
Beats a bark upon the billow-
Hear the wailing, All Is LOST
From among the sturdy yeomen
None to brave the breakers dare;
While the ship is slowly drifting
Priest and peasant kneel in prayer
But a girl, when strong men faltered
Seized an axe and climbed the crest
Where a pine tree grew in grandeur
Where the eagle built its next;
Piled the weapon with such vigor-
Nerves Of steel to strike each blow
With the lightning's fash to guide her
Lalu the ancient monarch low.
Then, descending, ELAN carried
Flaming fagots to the height;
Famed the flame until its brightness
Lit the darkness o. the night.
And her vigil never shrinking,
Whether storm grew wild or tame,
All night long the giant pine tree
Gave its heart to feed the fame
Cease the tempest and at anchor
Rides a bark down in the bay;
Thanks to Ellan, safe each sailor
Sees the light Of coming day.
A vigorous hand-elapping followed
my effort
80 ably have you acquitted yourself
think we ought to allow You the priv
ilege OF giving your attention to your
notes during the remainder OF the pro.
gramme," said Mr.. Baxter
How we'll / applied myself thereto
the report OF this meeting testihes.
81 for one am anxious, Mr.. Baxter
to hear your story Of the sharp girl"