Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1903-12-12
Copyright l9oo-l9o2 by chas. +. pideir
They romp and play,

They romp and play,
In a wond'rous way,
On tree and shrub and flower;
And fill the night
With a radiant light,
That falls like a silver shower.
"You do not say anything" said
Alice, as Quincy finished reading and
remained silent.
He replied, "You have conferred ju-
dicial functions upon me and a judge
does not give his opinion until the evil
dence is all in"
"Ah! | see," said Alice. "My knowl-
edge of metrical composition" she con-
tinued, sis very limited. What l know
of it ! learned from an old copy of
Fowler's Grammar that I bought at
Burnham's on School Street soon af-
ter 1 went to Boston. l have always
called what you just read a poem. Is it
one?" she asked, looking up with a
smile.
81 think it is" replied Quincy, s'and,"
he added inadvertently, ia very pref
ty one, too"
ooh! Mr.. Judge" laughing outright,
"you have given aid and comfort to
the prisoner before the evidence was
all in"
And Quincy was forced to laugh
heartily at the acuteness she had
shown in forcing his opinion from him
prematurely."
"Now, this one," said Alice, 81 call
a song. / know which one it is by the
size and thickness of the paper" And
she handed him q ~foolscap sheet.
Quincy took it and glanced over it
a moment " two before he spoke.Alice
leaning forward and listening intently
for the first sound of his voice. Then
Quincy uttered those v e pleasing
words, Sweet, Sweet Home" and de-
livered, with great expression, the
words of the song.
you read it splendidly," cried Alice,
with evident delight. Would it be pre-
Stunning on your kindness if I asked
you to read the refrain and chorus
once more, Mr.. Sawyer?"
81 shall enjoy reading it again N.Y.
self" remarked Quincy. as he proceed
ed to comply with Alice's pleasantly
worded request.
Refrain:
There is no place'like home, they say,
No matter where it be;
The lordly mansion of the rich,
The hut of poverty.
The little cot, the tenement,
The white-winged ship at sea;
The heart will always seek its home,
5 Wherever it may be.
Chorus:
Sweet, sweet home!
To that sweet place where youth
was passed our thoughts will turn;
Sweet. sweet home!
Will send the blood to flaming face,
and hearts will burn.
Sweet. sweet home!
1t binds us to u native land wher.
e'cr we roam,
No land sc fair, NO sky so blue,
AS those we find when back we come
to sweet. sweet home!
III cc1rse yo, iu.:w that lovely
scng, .Juanita?'" said Alice.
Certainly" said Quincy, and he
sang tie first line of the chorus.
Alice's voice icined in with his, and
they finished the chorus together. A
thrill went through Quincy as he sans
the last line, and he was conscious
that his voice auivered when he came
to the words, "9e my own fair bride
you sing with great EXPRESSION,
said Alice. IF you like these new
words that ! have written to that OLE
melody we can sing them together.
have called it Loved Days. l thinl
this is the one" she said, as she pass
ed him several small sheets pinned to
, gether.
1T is" replied Quincy, as he tool
!, the paper and read it slowly.
AS before, he said nothing when h,
had finished.
''Mr. Judge" said Alice. would |
be. improper, from a judicial point 0
view, for me to ask you which lines ii
{ the song % have just read please 70,
the most? But perhaps" said she
looking up at him, none of them ar
T worthy of repetition"
ST you will consider for a moment,
| replied Quincy. that I am off tn
5 bench and am just sitting here quietl
with you, | will say, ~confidentially, tina
!, l am particularly well pleased wit
J, this" and he read a portion Of tn
, first stanza:
On Great Heavens beauties,
! Gaze the eyes I loved to see,
l Done earth's weary duties,
Now. eternity.
"And." continued Quincy, Il thin
these lines from the second stanz
are fully equal to those have jus
9 read"
But my soul still living.
Speaks its words of comfol
d sweet.
Grandest promise giving
That again we'll meet.
9 II should think continued Quinc,
"that those words were particular
well suited to be sung at a funeral.
d shall have to ask my friend Bradle
n to have his quartet learn them, SO as I
s be ready when l need them"
ooh! Mr.. Sawyer" cried Alice, wit
a strong tone Of ~reproof in her voic,
e how a you speak so lightly {
death?"
e Pardon me-" replied Quincy, eff
have unintentionally wounded yor
t. feelings, but after all life is only pr
e cious to those who have something
a live for"
v "But you certainly" said Alice, 'tca
see something in life worth living for
yes" assented Quincy. II can sc
u it. but ] am not satisfied in my .,ow
i mind thatI shalt eyer be able to pc
n ,sess it,"
"oh. you. must work and wait ar
Q, hope!" cred Alice