making ,these pilgrimages, I could
not get my mind away from the liv
ing and remember only the sweetness
and devotion of my dear, dead
I kept taking myself to task for not
telephoning as Dick wished.
Even as I put the posies on the
grave my thoughts went straying to
Dick and how I had failed him just
when I had determined to do so much
to help him. Of course, it was a "lit
tle thing,'' but i know I make so
much of the "little things" that he
does that he should leave undone and
the little things that he should leave
undone that he does that maybe he
feels the same about me.
Ah, mother dear, if you were here
with me r know you -would not let
me make these mistakes and, having
made them, you would tell me wheth
er it would be better to "own up'' to
Dick or to just let it go by and do
better next time.
(To Be Continued Monday.)
THE LIFE SONG
By Mrs. Francis C. Spath.
The life bark sails oh the sea of tinie,
Both through a sunny and shady
But e'en throughout is the, life-song
Wearily; wearily, wearily.
The life in the bark has gained many
But to a phantom delusion v clings,
And e'en throughout is the life-song
Drearily, drearily, drearily.
The lifdrlove enters the bark beside,
Shares in the journey whate'er be
tide; Then e'en,4;hroughout is the life-song
Cheerily, cheerily, cheerily.
o o .
Attendant (in British museum) :
This book, sir, was once owned by
Cicero. American Tourist Pshaw-!
that's nothing. "Why, in one of our
AnlericaU'j6umsiiV.ehave the, lead
pencil vrnfchfta'Msed to check off
the aninYa?S; they Came out of the
For the;nitinie', in come years we
are gointo'.Kear peeves of a differ
ent color -fibni the 'dress during the
The costume styown is ofjalacfc'taf
f,eta, made. jvittCa "peg-top skirt'and
plain sleeveless wist and yoke of
heavy hVa'crfeme lace- Thin white
lawn Ble,eVjps7aui Test make this;
-gown a niot-fashlo.nable one,
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