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THE POET'S CORNER
Ey Harold Carter.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"What can X.do for you, madam?"
inquired Jim Byree, editor of the
"Four Corners Sentinel," as the little
old lady approached his desk timidly.
"I want you to publish a poem on
my daughter Jane," she said. "I writ
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"Now Then, When's That Poem of
Mine Going To Appear?"
it myself. I hadn't thought I had the
gift of poetry till I was along on sev
enty, but when Jane took mad and
died up to the asylum it sort of loos
ened me up."
Jim Bryce, being only twenty-five,
and sympathetic by nature, took the
ill-scrawled manuscript and read as
God held thee, Jane! Such pains she
That she in half a year was mad
And in a prison housed;
And there, with many a doleful song
Made of wild words, her cup of
She fearfully caroused.
Farewell, and when thy days are told,
Ill-fated Jane, in hallowed mould
Thy corpse shall buried be;
For thee a funeral bell shall rmg,
And all the congregation sing
A Christian psalm for thee.
"Excellent, madam," said Jim
Bryce diplomatically, "but don't you
think it is a little too gloomy for the
'Sentinel' to publish?"
"Gloom does folks good," said the
old lady. "Besides I want to get my
name printed. I haven't never had
any of my poems printed yet, and if
folks likes this I've got nigh on a
quire of 'em I'll bring around to you."
Jim dismissed little old Mrs. Saun
derson with a sort of promise, but,
when she was gone, he sat scratching
his head m perplexity. He was a
young man and had a young man's
ambition to make his paper a medium
of culture in Four Corners. And to
print such doggerel as that would be
to hold up the "Sentinel" to contempt
Perhaps, being a young man, he
overestimated the popular apprecia
tion of poetry in his native town. At
any rate, he could not bring himself
to insert it. He laid it aside in a
"Why hain't my poem appeared in
the 'Sentinel' this week?" inquired
little Mrs. Saunderson, meeting the
editor on the street the day after the
weekly's next appearance.
"Why, Mrs. Saunderson, I thought
I'd better hold it over a while," an
swered Jim. "You know we are over
stocked with contributions of all
kinds and it is a little difficult "
Mrs. Saunderson cut him short. "All
right, Mr. Bryce, I'll wait till next
week," she said. "Only it's sort of
disappointing, because folks is asking
why it hain't been printed yet"