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and he had fallen into a doze in his
chair when there came floating to his
senses mysterious fairy music, two
verses of a song, again "The Lark's
Song." Its expquisite melody came
irom feminine lips to an. accompani
ment of a soft-voiced violin. Again
one of his songs, thrilling, enticing.
It seemed to draw him perforce into
the outer air. He strode slowly to
wards the spot where the picnic
party were gathered. In their midst
stood a violinist and the singer Am
Dalzell trembled all over as he
drew to the shadow of a copse. For
the first time he had heard this fa
vorite of his compositions sung in
public. There came a second song,
one almost a forgotten one with him.
Then there was applause and then
he saw the singer coming toward
him. It was Amarylis.
He shrank back, but she continued
to advance, her hands extended, her
face illumined with a dazzling smile.
He was confused, embarrassed.
"You saw me here," he began
'Tknew you were here," she re
plied sweetly, "and came purposely
to find you. Oh, my dear friend! do
you not know you are famous, that
your beautiful songs are on every
body's lips, and my happiness is the
greater because I had the time and
the will and later the means, to bring
to the attention of the public those
' lovely compositions which you de
serted to my care, arfd, lo! the chil
dren of your soul are known to all
It was true, and Amarylis had fol
lowed out her plan her wealth al
lowed to bring this lone hermit the
joy of his life, and her bonny eyes
spoke love's silent language, and his
responded to it.
The deepest mine works in any
part of the world are in Brazil. One
of the mines of the St. Jbhn del Ray
Mining Co., limited, has reached the
vertical depth of 5,826 feet.
' AIN'T NATURE WONDERFUL!
The pomeranian is a bleary-eyed
bunch of hair. It's just a little bit big
ger than a second-rate fighter's end
of the purse after his manager gets
throught with it The pomeranian
looks like it's headed in one direction
and going in the other.
The pomeranian takes the place of
children with high-brow society
women. A lot of cherubims sitting on
the clouds don't know how lucky
they are and ought to be very grate
ful to the little luekless pomeranian.
It's a toss-up whether we should
bawl out the pomeranian or the so
ciety women who own them, but we
will go both of them. One's worser
than the other. A fella doesn't know
how healthy he is until he sees a lit
tle oil mop leading one of these goofy
dames down the rialto. How he'd
like to sneak up and give said whisk
broom a kick that would endanger
the lives of neutral Holland. '
And wouldn't it set your celluloid
collar on fire, when you see a gas
chariot rolling: down the avenue with
a big seal skin" coat encasing nothing
and his majesty sitting along side of
her on his special outing cushion in
his outing woolen jacket? Wouldn't
it make you grind your molars finer
than alkali dust?
And, Alec, the fuss these bridge
whist damsels make over them! You
wouldn't believe it. No wonder the
pomeranian is sickly looking. It gets
so much attention it gets weaker (if
such a thing is possible).
Now well talk about dogs. We like
dogs. We're through talking about
fons, measles, etc. vM
Give us a dog airedale, f instance.
One that comes tearing from the
kitchen to the parlor, skids on the
carpet and knocks the piano over.
One that would take a soup bone the
way you inhale an olive. There y'are.
That's a dog.