Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-18

quite an interesting article here IN
one Of your magazines / was just look
ing at" said Mr.. Stiyers.
THE one on bridge building!
"Yes," was his reply.
ono vou mean to say you can Keep
track OF all the articles in that slach
of magazines?" asked Mr.. Baxter.
81 endeavor so to do" replied MISS
T.vbrand. "One day, over at the ollleI
piace-that's my otiice--a gentleiilall
nicked up q magazine while he was
waiting. and when 1 was at leisure ne
turned to me and said:
A little gala little bike
Comes a sailin' down the pike,
swerves right nor left, nor can not
back,
The little gal takes all the track.
In after years, when time has sped,
And little maid to man has wed,
Like riding down the path that day.
The little gal still has her way
"Did YOU see that theve?" he asked.
"Oh. yes; / read it, was my reply.
Well. to start on, 1t isn't there.
"He had repeated It, holding the
hook In front of him. You can imagine
how cheap l felt l had him write the
verse for me, and since that time nave
endeayored to be posted on the subject
matter Of magazines on my table.
"That is a pretty sentiment Mr.. BaX-
ter redits to you about Bohemia being
a and without meridian, Miss Ly-
brand" ! said.
please call me Zaida instead OF that
formal title. Pretty yes. | was IN
Colorado Springs when / struck that
idea. the occasion being the dedication
of the Printers Home at that place.
Stopping at my hotel, the Antlers, was
a delegation from the new town OF
Crede. Inscribed on the white SILK
badges they wore was verse, written,
| was told. by a lady IL ran some
thing I'm this wise:
There Is a land where all are equal, OF
high or humble birth,
A land where men make millions, dug
from the dreary earth.
Where the meek and mild-eyed burro
on the mineral mountains feed.
Where it's day all day in the daytime
and there is no night-in Crede
So. too. is Bohemia, where the day
is never ended, where the night is new
er DONE
Suppose" said Mr.. Baxter, this
quartette gets along so nicely-Stiyers
and / always were chummy, and you
girls apparently take kindly to each
other--we organize a theater party in
the near future"
81 think on my part I will be forced
to decline" said Zaida. 81 imagine
mingling in public has a tendency to
hurt my business. One would hardly
expect to see a gifted seeress like my
self laughing at a theatrical perform
ance like one of the common herd. Be
sides. made a half-dozen efforts of
late to attend the theater, each Of
which In turn proved n failure. A
gentleman Of my acquaintance had in
vited me a number of times to attend
with him; something interpOsed In
each instance. Finally, to reciprocate,
/ sent him a note asking him to meet
me at the Columbia at a matinee.
secured advance tickets and waited In
the lobby; he failed to put In an ap-
pearance. | gave the tickets to a girl
at the door No more theater for me. -
was that girl. I knew, then, where
had met Zaida | glanced in the di-
rection Of Mr. Stivers. He was busy
looking at the pictures I'm a magazine
Miss Lybrand and himself are evident
ly better acquainted than they would
have Mr.. Baxter and yours truly sus-
pect.
while Mrs Roland and | were max
Ing our toilet In the other room | put
on the cOffe-pot" said Zalda and
now, II you gentlemen will clear the
center-table Of its papers and maga-
zines we will sample Mr.. Baxter's ton
OF sandwiches"
All hands contributed toward max
ing arrangements for the repast, con-
sisting OF numerous chicken sand
wiches, a generous slice of mince pie,
and excellent coffee, whole proving pc
culiarly palatable, despite the fact that
Zaldas stock Of cutlery and chinaware
was limited
"We must use Natures forks" she
said.
After the meal, Mr.. Baxter said:
"To break the Ice, I propose we hear
from Mrs. Roland. Make IL song, story
recitation, OF what not Reprint ad
mitted, but original preferred"
Before the show opens respond
ed, Il would like to have Miss Zaida
supply me with a few sheets Of white
paper While I don't know that the
proceedings OF this meeting will ever
be published, for my own use, with the
permission Of the performers, / desire
few shorthand notes. AS for my part
OF the programme, in the absence OF
the orchestra, will endeavOr 10 Groom
a verse as yet imprinted or even un-
named. It goes like this:
Der Italia's hills the skies are blue,
Through Italia's wales strolls comrades
true.
Like Don and I,
Like Don and /.
But Italia saw no fai-er sky
Than the skies that shine for you
and
Than the skies that shine for you
and I.
There Is a land whose fields are fair.
Where free from every vexing care,
Stroll Don and /.
stroll Don and /.
Il Is the land we call Bohemia,
Where life's for aye a fairy dream,
A fairy dream for Don and I.