The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-10-27

pened to remember a feast OF fall
ing stars before.
"oh," she cried. joyously, "oh, Il
Is message, some ono Is sending us
a signal Yes, yes. we sec. we see,
but oil. we DO not understand" ana
arms wide and held them open To
the glory Of the night, and the mys-
tcrv OF Il.
"oh," she sighed, III we only
knew what they are trying to tell
us. II we only knew" And her soft
eyes grew large and luminous. and
she was silent for a long time,
] told her the best ] could about
the stars and their ways and about
the great shining planets that roll
on and on in space. and do not even
know that we are here at all, we and
our tiny little whirling globe, and she
listened with widening eyes and
cheeks that glowed with soft ex-
citement and vital interest
oh she said, I'VE are so little
and they arc all so big, no wonder
] get lonesome sometimes and don't
know what ! am lonesome for"
Goodby. Summer, Soodby. goodby.
The astcrs arc purple on the ridge
back Of the little cottage where we
lived this summer. the ridge where
they saw only three nights ago a
and hoard him purring In the moon
light like some giant tabby.
The golden rod shakes out his vel.
low pcnnants to flaunt in every va
grant breeze. the milk weed pods are
full and tho stif leaves OF the Span
ish bayonet arc sharp as the ingrati-
tude OF the one we love and trusted.
The thistles shake their crowned
heads III every bypath. and In some
green valleys high above the rest OF
tho world there stand the dandellon
sentinels all white with age.
Puff, puff, does your mother want
You? What time Is 1t dandeliono
ton seeds for the coming OF next
spring,
Puff. puff, the air is white with
the wool Of the cottonwood Goodby,
Summer, Goodbv. soodby.
How stiff and prim the dahlias
atand: look at that red one there with
the double rufne round her old ma S
cap Why she wouldn't speak TO YOU
without an Introduction for all the
world. and all the watering pots in it.
How shy and delicate tho cosmos
beside her. blue, pink. white. faint yell
low. butterfly changed TO flowers. the
last offering OF summer.
Goodby, sweet summer. gondby
goodhy. 7 have learned much during
the drowsy days. much that ought 20
make the world brighter place for
those who find their happiness through
me. May | never forget any OF that +
have learned.
Here is fall whistllng down the road,
lusty, ruddy, open eyed fall. What n
great boy OF q customer he Is any
way. this fan. with his shoulder cap
OF russct and his shoes Of yellow and
his throat latch Of scarlet and brown.
Sec. his arms arc full OF fruit and
OF strange brown woods, How they
Will burn in that friendly fireplace in
the real home IN the city!
What's hat he carries ON his ha ok? ?
A sheaf OF books? To nc sure. we've
almost forgotten how to read but
there In the shade and the moonlight
Of lazy summer, and crowdinc behind
him AZ his very heels. what a horde Of
kindly faces. old friends. every one
Coming home 10 the every day life
81 work and strife and endea vor and
accomplishment and things attempt
ed and things done.
Welcome. fsl. you're friend Of
think. almost better than luxurious
summer.
There's a CLINT Of frost in your hair.
So looks the old friend Of my heart.
tried aud true. the ono 7 can trust
with the secrets Of my life.
There's a sparkle Of splendid vlsor
In your eye. So looks. or so should
look the man nd the woman who are
getting into the Fall OF the year of
lifc.
Vigorous, friendly sane. kindly. tho
hot hates OF the youth OF Summer