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The New England magazine . at boy Guy!Come right upstairs this minute, you chil-dren, and let me introduce you. I neverthought it would happen like this. Howunconventional! But the Cheshire Cat kept on grinning. ST. VALENTINES DAY By CHARLOTTE W. THURSTON Postman, postman, thou art Fate; Thou hast valentines, I wis;(Clotho, ye are out of date, Atropos and Lachesis);Not the Parcae, thou art Fate; All the Three in thee combine;Distaff, spindle, scissors wait In that leathern pouch of thine — Mystic symbol, mystic sign. Hast by moonlight, I opine, Hobnobbed with St. Valentine. Postman, postman, r
The New England magazine . at boy Guy!Come right upstairs this minute, you chil-dren, and let me introduce you. I neverthought it would happen like this. Howunconventional! But the Cheshire Cat kept on grinning. ST. VALENTINES DAY By CHARLOTTE W. THURSTON Postman, postman, thou art Fate; Thou hast valentines, I wis;(Clotho, ye are out of date, Atropos and Lachesis);Not the Parcae, thou art Fate; All the Three in thee combine;Distaff, spindle, scissors wait In that leathern pouch of thine — Mystic symbol, mystic sign. Hast by moonlight, I opine, Hobnobbed with St. Valentine. Postman, postman, robed in grey,Floating weirdly down the street, Spinning in thy callous wayJoy or sorrow round our feet, Hast by moonlight, I opine, Hobnobbed with St. Valentine. Blandly flingst thou thy decree With unsympathetic toss;(Clotho, a back number, ye, Lachesis and Atropos);Blandly flingst thou good or ill, Paradise or realm of Dis;(Clotho, Clotho, ye are nil, Atropos and Lachesis). NICKED PLATTERS AND HEARTS By MAY C. RINGWALT. HE spring sunshine followedAmelia through the openeddoor and lay upon the rag-carpet at her feet as she pantedinto the haircloth rocking-chair, the one concession to home comfortmade by the prim officialism of the Hillsboropost-office. Her calico wrapper, a purpleground with a shower of falling blackhorseshoes, and her faded buff sunbonnetat first gave the impression that she lookedupon this visit carelessly, in the light of amere dropping-in of small consequence;but as her plump hand swayed the clumsyfan of the discarded sunbonnet to and fro,this mistaken inference was impressivelyset right by the discovery that the lowercurve of her double chin was outlined incoral beads, while the careful beau-catch-ers of her thin cinnamon-blond hair bristledwith invisible hairpins worn only whenAmelia was dressed. There was nobodyto write her letters, but Amelias interestshad never been shut in by a fence barbedwith possessive pronouns, and one of herkeenest pleasures w
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