The Brunswick news. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 1901-1903, 1902-09-28

foolscap, writing In q tall. Dack-slanting
hand, quite different from the short,
square characters on the notepaper. In
making the copy he used a pen with
a porcelain handle, which he dipped
in an .ink-bottle covered with red
leather. He h&d taken these from be-
hind clock on the mantel. At the
top of the sheet he wrote, "On a Fallen
Tree" and ut the bottom, beneath the
last line, to the right the word Anon"
He placed the paper 10 an envelope,
which he addressed in the same tall
back hand to the editor of the Dor
hampton Bugle Call.
Some time in the week following the
lines ION Fallen Tree" appeared on
the editorial page Of the Bugle Call
Mr. Hough bought two copies of the
paper that day, putting one OF them
in the inside pocket Of his coat. When
alone that evening he cut out the
verses with the scissors from his wife's
work basket, and slipped them iDhO an
old wallet Which contained many other
clippings of verse signed Anon"
Once the Bugle Call directed atten-
ton editorially to these anonymous
contributions. 1t asked. who is our
poet?' But the answer was not forth
coming. There was considerable in
terest in the question, and the unknown
author was sometimes referred to as
the sweet singer Anon" Several of
the Dorhampton women of known lit
erary bent were suspected of having
written the poems but they disavowed
the authorship of them. The contri-
buttons to the Bugle Call increased in
number
Herbert Hough brought a college
friend with him when he returned
home for the mid-year vacation Mr..
Hough rarely took his eyes off Her
bert. He noted the careless way his
chair; the independent manner IN
which he thrust his hands into his
pockets when standing before the fire
He listened to debates between Her
bert and his friend concerning the
value of certain studies, and his firm
lips parted and his tight jaw dropped
Whenever Herbert said Political
Economy" or Renaissance" his father
would curve the toe OF his boot up
ward and his face would express pro
found attention. Herbert and his
friend talked a great deal about lit
erature in an esoteric way. praising
and damning the lifc-worl; of authors
whose very name the elder Hough had
never heard mentioned. Upon Herbert
remarking that certain classic writer
made him tired" his father said. Il
should think they'd know better than
to teach you about him."
One evening, shortly after the young
men had arrived, Mr.. Hough, on re-
turning from the chair-factory, tossed
copy of the Rugle Can on the sitting
room table. 1t was folded with the
editorial page outward. After supper.
when they We're seated about the table,
he regarded the newspaper both ex-
pectantly and uneasily lie also
watched his son. Herbert was moving
around the room restlessly, hands III
pockets. AT length he approached the
table and picked up the paper mechan-
ically.
Now, Steve" he said to his friend.
IF you are good III read you some
moving journalism. This Dorhampton
paper is really better than a comic
weekly He glanced over the edi-
torial page until his attention was sud
denly arrested. He read for moment
and then burst into Il shout of laugh
| ter.
oh, DEAR he gasped. This is bet
ter than l expected. Now listen to il.
This is printed not as Il JOKE, bur
seriously" lie began 10 read:
Little bird, little bird. are you cold.
Up there on the telegraph wire?
While | am wrapped in an oyercoat
And have warm freq
The reading was Interrupted bv an
explosion of laughter from Herbert.s
friend.
DO you wonder why l wear a hat
! '"Ae ~" nave HauSDt on your head?
Are you thinking that when the night
| comes
You are homeless but have bedY
Or is it perhaps for mate
Ihat you twitter so softly and sweet? |
Cheer up. little bird, the Springs
coming.
When brides with lovers win meet.
This, said Herbert, in a choking
F. voice is called, What Say. Little |