Sunday morning globe., 1901-08-25

JUDGE BARNSrABLE, NJ. G., 'twiNt devil
and the deep sea.
"'I want to see Miss Fay, doctor,
announced.
"One of my aXioms is the boljest
way It's the best way, The doctor was
somewhat surprised. but stated THAI q
visitor might not Doe conducive TO the
lady's welfare; hc did not suppose she
would see anyone. One of the nurses
had just informed him. however that
She had partakcn of q light breakfast
and / might send mp my card.
"A relative" he suggested.
OF realized ] would have hard worl,
running the gauntlet of the doctor If
j wrote Tom Baxter ON card he could
see journalist as plain after the BaN.
ter as he could see Tom iu front of
Sc. He would never allow the nurse
iu waiting Co take nap % reporters card.
THE lady would never recognize her
title of MIR. Smith I had neglected.
you remember, to give her my name.
L borrowed one of the doctors cards
and wrote thereon:
lt is the Courder who that day
Though many came and went that way
lD the Avenue and back
Followed the plume of red and black.
'Tho nurse carried it upstairs. and
in q few minutes returned with the
same card. ON the reverse of which was
written, "a follower of King Henry is
welcome
"'The lady viii see you i'm the par
lor.' said the nurse Now. that's my
idea of q sharp woman. The dude, it
seems. had fired OFF a pistol while call
ing at her fathers residence the night
before. An the damage arising there.
from. aside from fright, was few
powder specks on one of her wrists.
Reading the verse, she recognized the
sender of the card
Now, Mr. Siyers," ] said, "I do not
see how we can wait any longer for
your contribution
"My selection" he returned, "has
been the subject of much comment in
the world of letters no made It's first
appearance some seventeen years ago
I'm London weekly. ] put I'm several
days at the Congressional Library i'm
au eudoavor to prove that Joaquin Mil
Ter was the author thereof ] read an
le has there-his Ships in the Desert
his Songs of the Suu'ands, and his lat-
terday poems-the I8stnamed. new
book. published by Whitaker d Ray,
frisco. It does not appear John
Boyle OR6dly says of this poem that
IL only one line had been written it
were entitled 10 a lasting place I'M the
worlds literature. Note, as | proceed.
the peculiar rythm and the allitera.
ton.
"Tou don't object TO my taking o.
CODY in shorthand |
no; seeing as you serve all Of us
the same way
Half mechanically / had taken notes
OF Mr. B8Xter's story.
IL forgot TO give the name of the lit
erary freak 1t is called Laska; and
here goes:
] sigh for canter after the cattle,
The crack of whips like shots i'm a
battle
The melee Of hoofs and horns and
heads
That wars and wrangles and scatters
and spreads.
with the green below and the blue
above
And dash and danger and life and love
And Laska.
She used TO ride.
On a mouse-gray mustang close to my
side
with blue serape and bright bell spun
laughed with joy ass ! looked at her
Little she knew of books or creeds,
Am cave Maria sufiiced for her needs
Little she cared save TO- De by my side
And ride with me. and ride,
From San Saba's shore to LaYaca
tide.
She was bold as the billows that beat
She was wild as the breezes that
blow.
From her little head TO her little feet
She was swayed I'm her suppleness to
and fro.
By each gust Of passion.
A eapling grown on a Kansas blun,
Tbat wars with the wind when the
weather is rough,
lis like this Laska, this love Of mine.
So once. when I made her jealous, for
By something I'd said, or looked or
done,
One Sunday I'm San Antonia,
TO glorious girl on the Alamo,
She drew from her garter dear little
And-stng Of the wasp-lt made me
An inch to the left or an inch to tho
right
And ] shouldn't be maundering here to-
But sbo sobbed. and sobblng. so quick
ly bound
Her torn rebosa the wound around
That [ quite forgaye her and scratches
don't count
In Texas. down by the Rio Grande.
Her eye was browu-a deep, dark
rTer hair was darker than her eye
And eometbing in her smile on frOWu
CurIed crimson lip or instep high.
Showed that there ran i'm each blue
vein.
MaHNN-MIIA lNH HAlIA'I NH''' nNl hlNr
The glorious vintage of old Spain.
She was alive with feeling TO her fin.
ger tips;
And when the suns sea Of fire,
THE Sky shining soft sapphire,
One doesn't drink I'M little sips
The air was heavy, the night was
h0t
] sat by her side, and forgot-forgot-
Forgot the herd that was taking its
rest;
Forgot that the air was close opprest.
That the Texas nOrther comes sudden
and sOOni
I'm dead Of night or blaze Of noon;