New-York tribune., 1908-08-16


From August evening party
was seeing Nellie home
that sweet chorus which all the lads and laSaieS OF
twenty-five years ago were singing he PQiSe ol
memory quickened and throbbed IN HIM lie Sa"
himself and his sweetheart Stro1ng hO1neWard from
Perkins dance down the Pike, and the girl beside
him had the same eyes as those of the portrait on
the wall and the moon was SHINING ana they Were
singing that sweet song that the girl IN the
next room was singing. And back little way
behind them were George Jones and Hattie 9lncalr
and they took up the refrain.
In the sky the bright gitterei.
On the grass the moonlight shone-
and the +her COUPLES beyond them Oined their voices
till for a mile down the Pike the melody of
When l saw sweet Nellie home.
FORGOTTEN now were stocks and bonds bulls and
bears: for MacClurg was Young once more, and the
katydids were piping under the August moon And
still the young voice in the music room sang on;
and now the praises OF Little Maggie May were
heard by the listening man:
The spring had come,
The flowers far,
Down by the little running brook
| first Maggie May
Oh. how loved her none can tel.
My little Maggie May
MacClurg unconsciouslv hummed a bit of the
air; for it breath from the past. And then
he was sitting in the parlOr of the big white house
in Piousville and a girl in blue muslin gown was
singing this song for HIM again. 1t was
twilight the windows open, and the odors OF
Iiacs and VioletS flOated in from the garden; and
the ewes of the girl blue her gown, were look
ing into his own with the lovelght that shines only
when is eighteen; and the eyes OF the girl IN
the blue muslin the eyes OF the woman OF the
portrait the wall
Oh how | loved her, can tell whispered
MacClurg while the voice in the music room sang
on And now Sweet Belle Malone Of tender
memory on the singers lips.
Wait for me a Heaven gate
Sweet Belle Malone
sang Beatrix; and having finished this ballad She
then changed to Juanta" the immortal:
Soft the mountain
Lingering falls the southern moon
crooned the fair girl and again her father the
moonlight falling on the mountain that guarded
his little cottage among the Alleghenles Again ne
saw the flower beds and pink laurel IN the front
ward. Once more he srneled the Wild honeysuc
and Clenatis creeping over the Veranda where he
was sitting with his young wife, and the hight OF the
moon was on her golden hair, and they both sang
Iuanita ask thy soul if should part
the same old song that other lovers had sung before
and others will again, as long as lovers are young
and the witchery of moonlight descends to earth
THE song in the music room ceased, and Beatrix
entered the library With start her father
came back from the cottage amid the mountains.
She seated herself on a ootstool at his feet.
singing some songs of nana's L found to-day, she
remarked
Il suppose mama used to sing very well?' OBJ
served his daughter
There was never anyone her equal" said Mac
Clurg.
Il expect YOU and mama very happy in
Your cottage in the AleghenieS,
No else ever 50 happy, replied her
father.
in Alaska?"
"Er-yes-I don't know" said MacClurg feeby
Il wish | could go to Alaska with Jack and be
happy just you and mama were IN the Ale
- But that would be a very different matter,
Trixy. Your mother married me and MacClurg