The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1907-04-13
MARY SMITH.


name was Mary Smith;
And though it's many years since last
I saw that pretty girl,
And though 1 feel I'm sadly worn by
Western strife and whirl
Still, oftentimes, I think about the old
familiar place.
Which, some way, seemed the bright
err for Miss Mary's pretty face;
And in my heart L feel once more
revivihed the glow
I used to feel in those old times when
was Mary's beau.
1 saw her home from singing-school-
she warbled like a bird
A sweeter voice than hers for song or
speech 1 never heard!
She was soprano in the choir, and 1 a
solemn bass
And when we unisoneo our voices fill
ed that holy place;
The tenor and the alto never had the
slightest chance,
For Mary's upper register made ev-
cry heartstring dance
And, as for me, I shall not bragg and
yet I'd have you know,
I sung very likely bass when I was
Mary's beau
On Friday nights I'd drop around to
make my weekly call,
And, though I came to visit her, I'd
have to see 'em all!
With Mary's mother sitting here and
Marys father there,
The conversation never tagged so
far as I'm aware:
Sometimes I hold her worsted, some
times we play at games,
Sometimes dissect the apples which
we'd named each others names.
Oh how I loathed that shrill-toned
clock that told me when to go!
Twas ten o'clock at half-past eight
when I was Mary's beau!
Hush, gentle wife, there is no need a
pang should vex your heart;
IT'S many years since fate ordained
that she and I should part
To each true, maturer love came in
good time, and yet
1t brought not with it's noble grace
the power to forget;
And would you fain begrudge me now
the sentimental joy
That comes with recollections of my
sparkling when boy?
warrant me that, were your heart
put to the rack, 'twould show
That it had predictions when I was
Mary's beau!
And, Mary should these lines of mine
seek out your biding place,
God grant they bring the old sweet
smile back to your pretty face!
God grant they bring you thoughts of
me, not as I am today,
With faltering step and dimming eyes
and aspect grimly gray;
But thoughts that picture me as fair
and full of life and glee
As we were in the olden time-as you
shall always be!
Think of me ever, Mary, as the boy
you used to know
When time was fleet and life was
sweet, and 1 was Mary's beau.
Dear hills of old New England, look
down with tender eyes
Upon one little, lonely grave that in
your bosom lies;
For in that cradle sleeps a child that
was so fair to see
God yearned to have unto himself the
joy she brought to me;
And bid your winds sing soft and low
the song of other days,
When hand in hand and heart to heart
we went our pleasant ways,
All me! but could I sing again thai
song of long ago,
Instead of this poor, idle song of be-
ing Mary's beau!
EUGENE FIELD.
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'Are the best sellers the same 70
the whole country?" asks the Indian
apolis star The answer that emer
ges from a study of the latest list /
rather interesting Downtown Ney
York's preference was for these no
vels The Fighting Chance" 9TH
Doctor" "Half a Rogue" "Conlston
THE Tides of Bamegat" and whit
Flag" The Chicago list Included tire
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'The Daughters Of Destiny" am
Bob Hampton" Detroit Waute
three Of the novels that New Yor
and Chicago agreed upon, added on
that Chicago had but New York didnH
and two other books, "The Colonel %
the Red Huzzars' and saul of Tar