The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-09-04

1 WOnOereQ dL lilO iohSASN -- The image of the bending blue, And in my heart it's magic grew
 10, On summer mornings when the breeze Played sweetest music in the leaves fingered musing meath the trees.
 Il. The birds were spirits given wing, And form. and life, that they might sing Of love, the only perfect thing. The monarchs of the wood were seers That whispered of the bygone years They filled my heart with subtle rears' They told me stories of the past; Of cruel winds, and chilly blast. Of snowflakes falling thick and fast Of fallow deer that roamed at will Tn autumn days. when all was stiil' ,, Who drank from wonder sparkling Till. And who with terrified surprise Beheld the panther's glaring eyes Till stricken down, no more to rise.
 16 Of Indian brave. and Indian maid, Who pledged their vows beneath the
 shade Where now for years their forms have
 laid.
 They whispered secrets fierce and
 wild Of strangled babe. and murdered child, Of war whoops sounding fierce and
 wild.
 All these they told me as l strayed Beneath their branches, though afraid My lingering footsteps oft delayed. When winter came with sieet and
 snow,
 When all the world was white below. And hushed the streamlet's ripping
 flow.
 At daybreak I would quickly rise At which my dog with keen surmise Would read the message in my eyes. Away through meadows white with
 snow
 A-hunting we would gaily go, My body cold, my heart aglow. My trusty gun and faithful hound Ne'er failed me when the game was
 found,
 My skill went through the country
 round.
 When other boys as old as Would slip from home their luck to
 try
 Returned, but with regretful sigh. Down where the crystal shining Shone brightly with the morning S
 gleam,
 I heard the hen hawk shrilly scream
 25. With purpose set, and muscles tense, I crept along beside the fence And tore my clothes with ragged rents. I fancied that the faintest sound Was loud enough to echo round And cause my presence to be found. But fortune favored me it seemed, reached a tree, 'gainst which I leaned. The hen hawk, unsuspecting, screamed Up from the dried and tangled grass, So close I saw her eyeballs flash, She rose a deed both wild and rash. She saw me, but she lodged in vain, The bullet crushed her cunning brain, She fell in agony and pain. With velvet markings on her back, Reddish brown and mingled black, laid her in my hunting sack. 31. The joy that in my heart did glow Words are inadequate to show. Were you boy once long ago? Then if you were 1t will suffice. It seals our friendship in a trice. Three cheers for boyhood! Give 1t thrice!
  is to attend the American Public Health association convention. On their return they will stop in Chicago for visit to friends and relatives. Miss Mary and Miss Fife Wagner and Miscs Fannie Graham have beer-spending several weeks at Pass Christian, chap eroned by Mrs. c. l.. O'Neal They are now in New Orleans and will return to this city this week. MT. and Mrs. J. M. Hodge left Sat- urday for Chattanooga, where they will be the guests of friends. Mrs. V. F. McDonaid has returned from a three months trip. MT. and Mrs. Harry S. Moran are at home after visit to friends and rela- lives in Washington and New York city. ee Miss Mamie D. Hawthorne has re