The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-05-06

navy sailed down :, tn the Dt eoast
~ from Halifax, did not even
pause at Bar Harbor, but sent a wire
less telegram to the CONSERVATION,
which pulled up anchor and Joined the
feet outside. and so the warships de-
parted for another port.
Katherine stood by the broad win
dow in the sewing room In her favorlte
attitude, her head sideways against
the pane, her eyes languidly gazing up
ON the bay. fingers drumming this time
very slow march on the window sill.
Dorothy sat In rocking chair reading
a letter for the second time. There
had been silence in the room for some
minutes, accumulated rather than bro
rem by the quiet drumming of the
girls fingers on the window sill Final
~ Katherine breathed deep sigh and
murinured to herself:
Far called our navy fades away;
on dune and headland sinks the fire.
Lo. all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineyeh and Tyre!
wonder II I'VE got the lines right"
she whispered to herself. She had for
gotten there was any one else in the
room and was quite startled when
Dorothy spoke.
Kate, that's solemn change, from
Gilbert to Kipling. 1 always Judge
your mood by your quotations. Has
life suddenly become too serious for
RnVaot ~ tho
-oh, don't know" said Katherine,
without turning round. They are hu.
morous al. and so each furnishes
something suitable for the saddened
mind. Wisdom comes through under.
standing your alphabet properly. For
instance, arst there was Gilbert. and
that gave us @; then came Ripiing,
and he gave us K; thus we get an alge.
braic formula, G. K, which are the
initials of Chesterton, still later ar
rival, and as the mind increases in de-
spondency 1t sinks lower and lower
down the alphabet until 1t comes to
S, and thus we have Barn-yard Shaw,
an improvement on the Kail-yard
school, who takes the o pshaw view
OF life. And relaxing hold OF him
sink deeper until come to Wv. w.
Jacobs. How / wish he wrote poetry!
He should be the humortst of all sail
ors. and perhaps some time he viii de-
sert barges for battleships. Then
shall read him with Increased enjoy
ment"
II wouldn't give Mark Twain for the
lot commented Dorothy. with de
cision.
mark Twain isn't yours to give, my
dear. He belongs to me also. You've
forgotten that comparisons are odious.
Our meter is not to compare, but TO
take what pleases US from each.
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.
Watts. You see, I'm still down among
the WIS. oh. Dorothy, how can you
sit there so placidly when the Conster-
nation has just faded from sight?
Selfish creaturel
'sOh, give me tears for others woes
And patience for mine own!
/ don't know who wrote that, but you
have no tears for others woes, merely
greeting them with ribhld laughter
for Dorothy, with the wen read letter
In her hand, was making the rafters
ring with her merrlment, something
that had never before happened dur
ing her long tenancy OF that room.
Kate turned her head slowly round,
and the expression on her face was,
half indignant, half humorous, while
her eyes were uncertain weather
prophets and gave equal indication Of
sunshine or rain.
Why, Katherine. you look IKE 4
tragedy queen. rathllE khan the Tplrit