Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-07-16

peril of that little gir-y Sunnyheart. Men, let your
hearts interpret to you the nefable agony of those
moments; for in all the languages, living dead, there
words to express it.
I could have moved a fnger-and that black night
and those ferocious beasts Sunnyheart l could
only pray for her, pray for lightning flash to lay those
human tigers low; but, like Baal, my God was asleep
and l could not awaken Him. When they so
to her. to look at her rifle, thought paralyze them
by mental effort. But still they lived and moved and
cursed and staggered; for not Gods vicegerent
and He asleep Oh, men, to be utterly helpless at
such time
"But she facing them again. oh! this is daisy
repeater dropping cartridge into it's barrel chamber.
1T can do even better than that! Give me another
bulseye farther off smaller, anything that
Here's my handkerchief she folded the lacy film in four;
it'll cling to the bark as if it was glued. Oh
She's young thing and cannot leave her mother.
"She sent three bullets home, and whispered under
of the rush and cheer that followed Dear heart,
are you listening? Can you hear them coming2
II could only writhe in terror for her.
"She bent her head and listened as she reloaded. L
can hear them,-they are galopng,-but this mob
must hear nothing but its uproar. Do it again?
Certainly do it again! she was laughing frantcaly
Ill bore the old tree through! Set up the mark! Oh
Away down south in the land of cotton
"A voley of six, and one knew whether they went
home not The frenzied fellows leaped and cheered
and yelled it out like demons
Away down south in Dixie
"There came rush out of the darkness, and they
surrounded.
VES,-oh, yes!-they effectually taken care of.
Their reign ended then and there. But it is Char
mans story telling She crossed the stream that
night-the stream the poets talk about where
hood and childhood meet-she crossed it at bound.
That a that said dear heart to me, a
that afterward wiped the blood and soil from
my face with fragment torn from her frock womanS
tears that fell my wounds and my swollen, lvid
hands, womans endurance that held till she had
put back into the sling my rebroken ARM attended to
the last mlnutia of my comfort and then sank to the
ground limp and almost lifeless.
home. Two graybeards it; for they said No
be tender with her for have daughters
of own. They linked their hands together and
made chair for her. Younger hands, but just ten
der lifted her into it, and like tired baby she put her
arms about one old mans neck and laid her dear head on
his shoulder.
"They made wait four years for the right to take
her head upon my shoulder but they happy years.
for at her home and went like of the family"
He had taken his seat again. The color had back
into his face, and his eyes were kindly and serene
"Scars? Only few. This is not quite so good
its fellow; it arrogates barometrca functions
and foretellS storm with less accuracy. Then
too my wife forbids tell this story because, she
AYERS, get unwholesomey excited its narration.
But happiness is panacea, you know, and altogether
I'm pretty well equipped for LIES warfare
From inner pocket he drew card. "This is
little girl" he said.
"You have her mothers there too?" someone asked.
NO." said the quiet man, and he didn't blush; but
he ought to have for afterward alone his room he
took from his pocket He smiled it, he touched it
with his lips and when he slept it lay against his heart
experimenting WITH A BOTTLE