New-York tribune., 1906-06-11
THE TALK OF THE DAY.

Lord Darlington used TO be a great practical
Joker but he was once the victim Of his own
reputation. According to The Dundee Advertiser.
he was hotel in Cape Town. In the same
hotel were a young couple. and the husband hav-
ing bad cold the wife left her room to obtain
for him the solace OF a mustard poultice She left
him asleep. and. thinking she knew her way. de-
scended the stairs and. procuring particularly
vtrulent concocton. made her way back TO her
room. But doors much alike in hotels. and.
seeing ajar. she had left her own. she en-
tered Creeping quietly to the bedside she saw. as
she thought. the form Of her sleeping lord and
master. Hastily bending over him. she placed the
fatal irritant upon his chest. No sooner had she
done so than a movement Of the sleeper revealed.
her horror, that she had made terrible mistake
Too frightened to recapture the discriminating
pouItice she fled from the and. rushing down
the passage discovered her door. and bolted
herself in II was but minute. and the storra
broke. The hotel was in uproar. The mustard
poultice had been placed the chest OF the elder
" Governor General! The explosion Of his wrath
his howls of rage as the mustard did It's work,
brought servants and manager 10 his bedside The
situation did not permit Of an explanation Furious
with indignation he declared himself the victim
of a gross joke, and the efforts of the maftre
d'h6tel to pacify him were in vain He swore that
the practical joker nobody else than Lord
Darlington, and the next day. fuming and indig-
nant left the place. So did very contrite young
wife and a husband whose cold no better.
really bit high. Observed the plutocrat to his
daughter. Six thousand dollars is considerable
Binszs %nss The most of that bill Is for the trim
,'Trimmfngs?
TO match the suit.'-Puck
There is a curious old law Japan still in effect
that when the Emperor or Empress appears IN pub
lie private person must occupy higher place
than the member of the royal family. On such
casions. therefore 1t Is the custom 10 close the
shutters the upper stories Of the houses past
which the royal party goes.
SONG OF THE SEASONS
Fair wakes the world in the golden dawn OF April
Flushed with happy dreams TO the young hearts
Fresh, like her Iarks. from dew bath IN the
wintry foes behind her, and her bliss before.
Fair. how fair. with grace 'twixt tears and
Tears Of tender rain hid in violet eyes,
Laughter Of Lent lilies in hair the wet wind
Earth breathes out her love In the years sunrise.
Perfect stands the world IN the full June daylight
Glowing like bride robed to meet the bridal
Low. warm winds bear the breathing of the roses
Doves and COO from their hidden blissful
Over thymy ways where the brown bees hide,
While with light and music. with Joy OF woods and
Earth and sun are wed at the years noontide.
Merry laughs the world in the rich September
twilight.
Russet leaves and red round her matron brows:
Glad with gold of harvests and ruddy glee OF
orchards.
With her happy burden the rosy Mother bows.
Soon. how soon. come the signs of death and win
Last leaves falling on the wood paths wet
Yet to-day with gladness, with shout and song OF
reapers.
Earth beholds her fruit In the years sunset.
Cold lies the world in the darkness OF December.
GRAY with duties done TO the hushed hearts core.
Tapped leaden. clouds from the kisses or the
shine,
All her joys behind her. and sleep before.
Still how still while her forest lands forsaken
Stretch their empty arms to her shrOud of white,
Mute as her nests are, and faded like her roses
Earth is lying dead in the years midnight.
London News.