The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1906-07-21
The Intensely Practical Poet.
BY ]. LOUIS ENGDAHL.

NOW, gentlemen, | want you TO Awe
your best attention. The show begins
right away"
A chair was brought, and Furber.
with the sheet of paper in one hand,
got IN into il, blushing like "a little
girl making her first appearance at a
Sunday-School Christmas tree. Then
he began:
There's bull upon the market,
And the bear is waxing hot:
In the East the Japs are fighting,
In the wheat the rust is out,
So the bear is waxing hot.
The farmers want high prices.
They all yell for dollar wheat;
So they scare the trade with cries
OF Hessian fly and rains of sleet,
And the bear keeps waxing hot.
There are many wheat crop killers.
With this bull upon the market,
Yelling hail and blight and frost;
But the Russian bear amt in II,
With this bear that's always hot
When he finished the applause, which
had broken out in several places, grew
roaring for these men of the pit could
yell and then some one started a line,
and in turn Furber was compelled TO
shake the hand and receive the con-
gratu!ations OF every man in the room
Late that afternoon, Furber took his
way lelsurely out to the koessler man
sion, and he hoped that she would be
at home He didn't have time to wait
for the evening editions to appear on
the streets, but he would make her
read his poetry out of her own news
paper.
Phelan, coming down the steps as he
assembled, was a damper on his feel
ings, but could not suppress them by
any means.
Il sm so glad to see you,' cried
Ruth, as she opened the door in an
swer 50 his ring.
Nothing artificial about that well
come thought Furber. Then he man
aged to have her take him out on
the inclosed yeranda that overlooked
the street, He wanted to get that pa
per from the carrier as soon as he
could. In the meantime they talked.
Il believe could like intensely prac-
teal PEOPLE, Ruth said, guardedly.
But they can't write poetry
When | was down town this morn
ing, went over to see what you were
doing. was up in the balcony, and"
Il never saw rou,' broke in Furber,
and a sickly feeling came over him.
He wondered at what time she was up
there III the balcony.
No, but | saw you, and you seemed
SO excited, just like all the others |
do not know what you were all shout
ing about, but | knew that you were
doing things. Everything seemed on
the move"
Thank you,' said Furber, and he
felt relieved. She must have been VI
there afterwards" he thought.
At that moment the paper carried
came around the corner, and in few
minutes Furber was eagerly turning
the lages of copy, Ruth wondered
what was the matter with him. Then
he dropped the paper and looked out
towards the street. He could not look
at ner.
"Why, what's this?" said Ruth, and
he turned.
The paper was lying where it had
fallen with the last page upwards
Sure, there it was. He had forgotten to
look a. the last page.
He picked up the paper and hand
ed it 10 Ruth. This individual news.
paper devoted the last page to special
features. 1t had certainly made fea'
with the poem telling all about it and
the euthor, but there was also-hc
swore he would jump on that reporter
next tine he met him-the picture OF
himself in his running toys at college
II must have been the cut they used
that year he ran in the mile. "Univer-
sity athlete goes through wheat pit to
become a poet" it said.
But Ruth was devouring it all oh
Harry, how could you do it," she said
at last.
Easy" and Harry would have hug
ged that reporter.
Their Ruth got up and went into the
house followed by Furber. She got
scissors and carefully clipped the poem
from the paper.
Say, Harry" she said, as she fin
ished you can do almost anything,
cant your"
Harry was too much fiattered to an
swer
Well" and Ruth blushed slightly
and smiled A. him.
Ruth" and Harry stretched out his
arms toward her imploringly
When they closed, they circled about
Ruth, tor she was within them.
,Copyright. 1906, by Daily story Pub. Coz