Bisbee daily review., 1909-06-04

and parked saucily at Grandpa Ath- ertcn there in the mellow glow of the
 May morning. The patriarch shook
 his cane and the uimble jackanapes
 turned tail and scampered to the
 crotch of the catalpa tree where he
 stuck his head through the fork and
 scolded vehemently.
 You young rascal" retorted Grand
 pa Atherton, waving his stick feebly
 in the air. you are making sport of
 me with your lusty antics-of me. an
 old. dried up yellow leaf that almost
 any spring zephyr might blow away"
 The squirrel responded in staccato
 like tones. a clever imitation of a boy
 with a discordant wstchman's rattle. Old Man Atherton did not reply.
 He was thinking-thinkins of fine days of his youth. the days of fire and manhood's heat. the days of ac.
 ton and of dreams when his guid- ing star was Mercury. and Venus thrilled him with rosy fushes of love. And then she came. A tear trickled out of Grandpa Ath- erton's eye and ran precipitately down
 his nose as he fumbled in the inner pocket of his waistcoat. About him the birds sang their matin songs. the breezes toyed with the corymbs of the elders and the laden bees hummed dil- igently by with a song of the honey harvest.
 And then the patrisrch's vision shifted to a cottage in valley Of to in,
 in the sunlight. and a baby's crib at home with her lowering above if
 How happy they were, How the
 meadowlarks ca-oled to them in the early morning-and the soil was
 springing sweet beneath his willing feet.
 Grandpa AiheTton was weeping softly now. Down the road he saw again the slowly whaling cortege, the
 quiet ehurchyard. His deafened ears
 heard as with the keenness of the
 hunter. the falling clods upon his
 hope. his all,
 With a little cry Of pain, Grandpa Atherton clutched his cane. straight
 ened bit in his chair and relaxed. A catbird from the deutzia bush called sweetly to her mate. the bees hummed
 on in monotone above the budding
 phlox. the squirrel ventured down from his emerald heights and sat peering wonderingiy at the silent figure in the great arm chair. Grow ing bolder he came nearer the form of his old friend. ran lightly up his trousers leg and peered into the ca pacious pocket of his coat. Suddenly
 the squirrels head darted into the aperture and appeared with a nut Slipping backward down the arm of the coat. the plunderer struck the
 hand lying upon the cane. and as the stick fell clattering to the ground the squirrel chattered in triumphant alarm. But Grandpa Atherton made nc answer His head was resting peacefully upon his breast, his life less hand was hanging Imply on his knee
 They found him there in his chair. the sunlight glinting on his withered locks. In his lap. face up. lay the pic ture of beautiful girl, young and fair. with the glory of her hair about her temples and her brow. When he's forsaken withered and shaken. What can an old man do but die.'' Tickle Grass. Swearing to the truth does not make
 truth any stronger. Reformers should not be too particu.
 lar about their bedfellows. A woman may be too young to marry,
 but she is never too old to repent r t t have always wanted to be rich
 long enough to wear out my oI. clothes.
 A bridal veil often comes in handy
 as a mosquito bar to keep the flies oc
 of baby.
 Progress is chain in which every
 man who does his best is an impor- tant link
 The man without money who tries to be an aristocrat Is apt to become
 a joke instead.
 e e e So They Are, Some men bound to have the upr~r asnd. even though they deal it from t;.s bottom of the deck--Chlna, Glass sno
 Lamp.
 BYRON WILLIAMS -O-----