The Washington times., 1920-05-16

or With vhtte face bt0 pisttSI stron0e ho
agure earsno oAs~o gray WAscA covers all her Ad'r
,ent noxrc never speaksD UrtH Hs her head che
little than q dim 0roy heap In the shadows.
Of me any more, my boarder A poet he
but good one; and he paid me enough
every keep soul and body together through
the rest Of the long year. he that
and now the times gone BY hear word How
I'm to keep myself alive don't know and since I've took
you YOU there's the two Of u.s. 1t be you'll have
tn 20 again. the way you out Of the night though
you're great talk to and help to me
in my but what thersd be more comfort yet II
your poor tongue with dumbness She turns
siohng and queer smile nickes orer the 'rdT'
taceJ
Dear yes I'm CROWN used to But stray who
comes lands welcome other Nor are
those likely all who aren't vagabonds-or
poets which think that poet is gone for good and
you follow AFTER and then I'll be left to dwell for the
rest days spirits Of the and of the
sea beyond. alack! (Shc sits doon wpn0 her cyes
I'll not forget the night you came. ago
the the day before the time the
poet always come himself. When white face
perrin through there thought twas him. late
the joke Of It, to see II I'd given him up
Then sandin' in the door, poor
that And behind you was the wind
sweepin and the sighin' up the cin
head from the God knows where come from and
you couldn't you're not troublesome (The crea
ture smiles at her as the old 0omo" goes 00er to her o"d
with the Of the field and the mermaids m Of
Of you~ony he paid "a Knock at The old
%'as noe Gos @ Ss' es % aee sm"ss she
forth her thin in gesture of infinite grdceJ
rse door, S.s opened Sy ssr .srSsts
in the ertreme Of style she enters t0ioed
oy blackclad maid who carries trape'ino bag D'sap.
amazed the old ooman taIs back before her
pressonless a betoreJ
THE STYLISH LADY-s the lands end?
THE CoUNTRYwoMAN-Yes, SO please you
countyoomdn)My husband sent me to you
(Quick flash the strdVs bg are fastened on e
lady. they Daver tut the end Of the sceneJ
THE COUNTRYWOMAN-You husband? How? There are no
husbands a the lands end Nobody but me-
THE ADYMy been here He used to board with
you In the Summer time.
THE COUNTRYwOMAN- The poet!
THE LADY-Yes: 1 the poets wife
THE. CoUNTRYwOMAN-But- .
aad h forced eny o. set, pnned me tSi leave
but mt was 50 sm@ %eseS So wa, to Sos
growing bored not being fresh as he to such funess OF
things You've the world?
how big it is and how-Hueer. 81
THE LADY-will you take in for a while?
the clouds in the sky tonight, will!
THE LADY, shall require room for myself and another for
THE coUNTRYwoMAN-And your husband good maam7
THE LADY-No. thought better not There seemed to be
influence here that was not good for him.
THE COUNTRYwOMAN-Here. maamF A. the lands end he
THE LADY asgs'"s don't deny he found S;
every knows that Tell me- how did he
spend his timer
THE CoUNTRYwOMAN-why, most Of It, out there fShe
hand toWdrd the ddrkening beyond the
toindoDsJ
(inD at the right of the tobe-Ah! You he
told about it in detail for fear couldn't under
think understand, don't your
THE COUNTRYwOMAN-Sood ma'am, you acquainted with
sprits7
THE LADY-Certainly not, What sprtsa
THE COUNTRYwOMAN-Those knew.
THE ADY-Oh SO he yoursefH
THE CoUNTRYwoMAN-They all his friends ma'am.
He's only,person the moor by
night without the wiothewisp should dance him
Instead that, taught him the
q OF II. My man ventured the
darkness years the poet
and 1t friends.
THE LADY-A wllo't ewisp what is that9
THE CoUNTRYwOMAN I'm voice Of ope)-Its what
In the house nights It's wavn' light that
YOU to follow Il. And when you've been miles
always behind why then leaves morning
You dead a ravine noatin under clhead