Sorosis . \r ^t^M^i (i^-C( %b w^.i> -% ft* \ ?. Vol. XX January, 1914 No. 5 THE NIGHT. Soft oer the weary and grief-laden world I creep,Bringing to toilers and mourners my opiate the sorrows I witness, Many the moans that I hear,Many the whispers of anguish,Many the wailings of fear,And over them all I am brooding, my vigil to keep. What are your sorrows, that wakeful you lie and weep,Cease useless mourning and take what I offer, will brighten your vision, Cast all your troubles away;Trials will melt into tear dropsUnder the warmth of the hush, for above I
Sorosis . \r ^t^M^i (i^-C( %b w^.i> -% ft* \ ?. Vol. XX January, 1914 No. 5 THE NIGHT. Soft oer the weary and grief-laden world I creep,Bringing to toilers and mourners my opiate the sorrows I witness, Many the moans that I hear,Many the whispers of anguish,Many the wailings of fear,And over them all I am brooding, my vigil to keep. What are your sorrows, that wakeful you lie and weep,Cease useless mourning and take what I offer, will brighten your vision, Cast all your troubles away;Trials will melt into tear dropsUnder the warmth of the hush, for above I am resting, my vigil to keep! L. B. THE REASON WHY. (This story was awarded honorable mention in the ShortStory Contest.) Miss Brown dashed up the steps of the large stone house. I represent the Times, she said breathlessly to the maidwho answered her ring, and I have been sent to interviewMiss Horton. THE SOROSIS Miss Horton is not receiving callers today, she an-swered in the manner of a child who had learned a lesson andwas afraid of forgetti
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