The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1919-01-14

as much as his young and ravenous
appetite required. Then, too. he felt
welcomed his disconnected mind.
Sweet dreams came to him. as they
come to all the crestfallen. weary and
sad. He dreamed that he was home.
and the Singer millions his. And the
Hindu, too, had not won his sweet
longed, in the East His first and
childhood love was his wife. Once
more he was rhyming and chanting
songs of love to the girl who had been
his inspiration and caused him to
come to the .,reat, writhing Babel and
strive against fate. He had reached
his goai-realiZed his ambition. Love
had not trifled with him; it had made
him and the mate whom he SO fondly
adored happy. But the delectable,
beautiful vision did not last long.
He was soon awakened by a sharp,
singing rap on the skin-thick soles of
his shoes His beauteous thrill van
ished. The blood no longer tingled in
| intoxicated fascination in his veins; it
| boiled in incensed passion at his indul-
gence in allowing himself to doze away
and thus bring him into the clutches
of the law.
| He endeavored to collect his senses
and try and elude duress at the hands
| of the being who disturbed his nap.
| He stretched himself and yawned for
/
against his nose, fluttered with the
wind in his eyes. Slowly he opened
| his sleepy organs of vision, wondering
| what it might be. The sunlight was
very strong. but he succeeded in max
| ing out an inscription-it was his
He had to blink several times before
he could really see, for or Soils can
| descence hurt his somniferous sight.
Now he grasped the paper in his
crediting wonder and establishment.
| Evidently he did not believe what he
saw, for the rubbed his eyes and
pinched himself to ascertain that he
was not seeing things" in a seance.
| Another sharp wallop greeted his
surprise. He turned up his eyes to
| the unknown bystander, who held up
| his feet.
| 5twake up sleepy poet-I've decided
to take you BACK. i guess was
| wrong"
His surprise was even greater when
| he discovered that the ina ginary min
| ion was his stubborn and bigoted
| father, who always loved to have his
own way. His heart beat loud for joy
| when he beheld the second person. He
| wished to speak, but his tongue be-
| came paralyzed. Darling" was all he
| could say.
The girls buxom countenance be-
came suffused in red. She attempted
| TO fllQ6 heF ueep emotion by saying
| 1.-The Courier will publish in book
form the scripts-the, er, very per-
| sdnal and friendly verses that you
wrote to me from the time we were
little children" -
! s"They are your property,2 inter-
posed honest Bill.
| mo, they're yours argued the just
| girl: you wrote them. And this is the
initial check for ten thousand. The
company is famous for its word. The
provisions for royalties that 1 have
made will be faithfully carried out"
! And" continued the youth, husk-
| lily, you remember, when l should
| make good-you remember the old
contract-wiu it be carried out, Mar
jorie?'
The girl could no longer control her
| emotions.
| TT will" she said. in a moved voice,
and buried her blush in the boys
aims. even If it was broad daylight
and the hundretis who teemed Times
square did laughinsly look upon them.
i Copy right, 1919,4 byss the Mcclure News
Il paper Syndicate.)