. Book of the Royal blue . way home she kept saying I / 11. WE XOT WORDS. believe he cares—I really believe he does, and poor Maitland did a deal of thinkingif I only knew if she did care. >S(i thecolors did their service and someway orother later Miss Kay found herself walkingalone with John Maitland just as if therehad been no hot, horrid, uncomfortable Sun-day. .d somehow she didnt want to runaway: she wanted to stay and she felt thathe wanted her to. And as the soft cadences of the noisesof the summer eventide filled the air they were both filled with a sweet contentment,and under the i
. Book of the Royal blue . way home she kept saying I / 11. WE XOT WORDS. believe he cares—I really believe he does, and poor Maitland did a deal of thinkingif I only knew if she did care. >S(i thecolors did their service and someway orother later Miss Kay found herself walkingalone with John Maitland just as if therehad been no hot, horrid, uncomfortable Sun-day. .d somehow she didnt want to runaway: she wanted to stay and she felt thathe wanted her to. And as the soft cadences of the noisesof the summer eventide filled the air they were both filled with a sweet contentment,and under the iirotection of a summer arborthey sat while the evening shadows closedin, quietly conscious of their happiness; forthe times when words were a necessaryadjunct to their friendship was past anda trustful confidence had taken its with the spell of the hour upon thema strong mans arm gathers unto himselfthe woman he loves and with wistfulnessand hojie he tenderly asks: And you docare? and she softly answers ST. PATRICK AND THE ST. PATRICKS DAY RHYME. BY THOMAS CALVER. THERES a legend of old that is frequently told,In the stories of Erins green isle,How St. Patrick there came, with beneficent aim. To remove everything that was the customs of vice and proceedings not nice, With the reptiles, he soon put to rout;And the natives soon learned, as to knowledge they turned,That the snakes they could well do without. In this era so bright and this land of delight. That we view with rejoicing and benevolent saint would find many a taint If the pools that we drink of, he tried ;For the reptile yet glides through the clearest of tides. And his poisonous breath is about;Very glad would we be from his charms to be free— Hes a snake we could well do without. Theres the masher whose smile is assumed to beguile All the ladies that come in his way;With his cunning deceit, all their hearts at his feet He is scheming to cause them to the lovely a
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