The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1902-11-09

TO- 80 +h hold unabas shed front OF the pioneer. hef9
absolute certainty in the .. 1s
across his brow. The spirit was once ful ana
freely his.
And many OF lofty ancient pine will tumble to the
At night around our shanty we'll sing while rude
winds blow, -, -.o,. vh,,s a,7berne Il
oh.-wen range the wild woods Der WINE a-'''''ossns
That was what he was here for. Things were gons
this dioc iassude this nmanly weakness this boyis
mpa.ienes and desire tor play lie Saee Clear
and high. struck into quick measure:
II jolly shanty boy.
as you will discover;
TO all the lodges L fly.
\ hustling l pin n. " si. rover rover
An ak I handle.
punch bull
then with rattle and crash the whole Fighting
Forty shrieked out the chorus:
"Bung yer eye.. bung eye.''
Active. alert prepared for any emergency that might
arises hearty. ready everything from punching bulls
to telling something like. Thorpe despsed
himself. The song went
She lives with her mother,
defy Michigan
find such another.
She's tall and slim her hair is red.
Her face is plump and pretty.
She's daisy Sunday best-day girl.
And her front name stands for Kitty.
And again as before Fighting Forty hcwled
lently:
"Bung yer eye. bung yer eyer
vulgar, the air a minor chant.
Yet Thorpes mind stiled. Els aroused subcon-
sciousness had been engaged in reconsructns these
entire their voiced rudely the inner char
acteristics of their beings Now his spirit halted Their
bravery. pride of brivado. boastful-
the idea of the Mate Somewhere for each ots
them Kitty daisy Sunday best-day GIRL
present In the past these woods rosterers.
this Fighting Forty. had known love- Thorpe arose
abruptly random into the forest. The
pursued him as he Went "a
took her TO a dance one night
A mossback the b dding-
Silver Jack bossed the shebang.
Big played the fiddle
We danced and drank the livelong night
With fights between the dancing.
Till Silver Jack cleaned out the ranch
And sent the mossbacks prancing,
the last shout of the Fighting Forty mingledr
family and lost.
"Bung yer eye bune yer eye'
Thorpe found himself at edge the facing
a little glade into which the radiance
full
There he stood and looked silently. understanding
caring to inquire Across the way white throat
was singing clear beautiful like the shadow
The girl stood listening.
Her small head inclined little side
ways and finger her lips though she
still the hush of night. to which impress
the inclination of her supple body lent its grace
The moonlight shone full upon her countenance little
white with wide. clear and sensi7S1
tive, proud mouth that half parted like child's.
eyebrows arched from her straight nose In the Pc
on side and OF power the other. to fill the
eyes pathos of trust and innocence. The man
watching could catch the pose of her long white neck
and the molten moon-ire from her tumblsd hair-the
color of silk. but finer.
Behind her lurked the low. even shadow of the forest
where the band of velvet against which
the girl Untouched twigs and bushes and
grass blades against black win
dow There something OF the frost-works
evanescen spiritual quality in the though at
any moment w bamy wind.
the glade the lowering figure the faereed silver
of the entire setting would melt into the accustomed
stern menacing forest of the northland. with it's
it's wild deer. and the voices OF its sterner
calling.
Thorpe held breath waited. Again the white
throat spiritual notI the bright
ness SLOW trembling with ectasy The girl moved
She stood moonlight like beautiful emblem of s-
,ence half part woman. wholly divine
listening the little birds message.
For the third time the song vered night:
then Thorpe sob. dropped his face in hLs
hands and looked more. =
IA. ero Ea Continued.)