Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1905-06-15
GREELEY.
ONLY A LITTLE WREN.

My little Wren came back again
And lives beside my door.
Sparkling with glee he sings to me
The same song Ger and DER;
Yet / rejoice each time his voice
Falls on my heart sin-sore,
And think | can catch the lift of
latch
And swing of Heavens door.
S. S. Berry marketed wool in Audu-
bon Thursday.
Sweet Williams long the way are
| whispering to me.
Our country clerk was recreating on
Cedar Summit" Wednesday.
Oscar Miller is enjoying the con-
| venience of new two seated buggy.
Ed. Harris put in one of those ever
lasting arched caves for Verne Ear
hart.
S. S. Berry sold eighteen head of
fine lambs to John Mcclure, of Mel
vile.
Miles Kness delivered six loads of
shelled corn to Pete Nelson at Hamlin
Wednesday.
Miss Deweese closed very success
full term of school at No. Z Friday
evening, June 9.
George Townsend, of Audubon, will
beautify the James Blake home with a
fresh coat of paint.
We know of man who named his
first baby boy Deemer. The next one
will doubtless be his Re-deemer.
We notice several pieces of corn
that are corned by the weeds, but the
farmers are hurrying to the rescue.
Miss Anciaux, daughter of Vic An
ciaux, departed for her home Saturday
after closing her school at Rose Val
ley June 9.
1t is now rumored that Admiral Ro-
jestvensky was not in the naval battle
of the Sea of Japan. We had long
ago decided that he wasn't in it,"
Mrs. Rev. G. Sloan is enjoying a
visit from her father, of Pella, Iowa.
He is very pleasant gentleman and
the community will doubtless enjoy
his presence until after the big meet
ings of July Is.
The average test for list of thirty
patrons af the Blue Grass creamery
figured out just 3S: 233 for the month
of May. The highest test was 81 from
Kness' U. S. Separator. We venture
to say that that is pretty good work.
Mr.. and Mrs. Chas. Boeheme, of
Audubon township, passed through
Greeley Saturday on their way home
from Audubon, where they went to at
tend the funeral of Mr.. Railsback,
who was an old and highly respected
neighbor of theirs.
Oh that horrid CORY glory
Flooding flowery Japan.
Togo snatched it from the smoke
When the Russians wheeled
and ran.
Do not forget your baskets when
starting out for the big basket dinner
to take place at the Union Baptist
church Sunday, June Is. Evangelist
Sills, of Missouri, will be there to
make the occasion memory gem. We
are not in possession of the minor
attractions, but feel sure that they
will be such as will make this an
nouncement half told tale, and alb
sence matter of regret.
THE HIGHER DEGREE.
saw storm dis-heveled flower.
Peep from the meadow grass.
Though shy, and we were not &C
quaint,
1t would not let me pass.
1t turned it's sweet face up to me,
Tear-stained in driving mist,
AS if to say, "I'm sad today,
And longing to be kissed"
Then as in sympathy / paused,
Bowed nearer to the sod,
And kissed that pensive, pleading
face
1t whispered, Love is God"
But what is God? l still am lost
In painful mental strife.
Then lisped the little flower again,
God is Love and Love is Life"
Now all was clear to my sad mind,
For well we know the knife
OF Death is plunged, when Love de-
parts
Deep in our lonely life.
A messenger from God you are,
Oh lonely little bloom,
To beckon poor benighted man
Out of the gathering gloom.
You who from Harvard's giIded
halls
And Oxford cross the seas
Come strutting in binding blaze
OF dignilied degrees
Go yOnder by that woodland stream
Where breathes the Columbine,
And learn thy insignificance,
Degree grand and divine.