The Chap-book; semi-monthly . ation of the Boston family is safe. Men arekilled often in Bokoto, and no one takes the trouble to go LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY 343 to Boston to tell the news. I wrote to the old man, andhe shipped the headstone from Chicago. Yanda is somewhere in the Comanche country with aprice on his head. The woman lives in a little hell of her own ten mileswest. I run the Green Hole — and it *s the squarest joint inthe Indian country — and its the Nation thats to blamefor it all. W. Douglas Colyar. MONOCHROME SHUT fast again in beautys ancient forms round wo
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . ation of the Boston family is safe. Men arekilled often in Bokoto, and no one takes the trouble to go LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY 343 to Boston to tell the news. I wrote to the old man, andhe shipped the headstone from Chicago. Yanda is somewhere in the Comanche country with aprice on his head. The woman lives in a little hell of her own ten mileswest. I run the Green Hole — and it *s the squarest joint inthe Indian country — and its the Nation thats to blamefor it all. W. Douglas Colyar. MONOCHROME SHUT fast again in beautys ancient forms round world seems, above, wash of faintest blue. And air and tide so stilly sweetIn nameless union lie;The little far-off fishing fleetGoes drifting up the sky. Secure of neither misted ocean brooding sail is like the ghostOf one that served mankind. Who, sad in space, as we uponThis visionary Labor and Allegiance Self begin to be. Louise Imogen Guiney. 344 AT THE ROOF GARDEN. AT THE ROOF GARDEN DRAWN BY RAYMOND M. CROSBY E. E. HALE, JR. 345 THE WARP AND THE WOOF * For who would full of pain, this intellectual thoughts that wander through perish rather, swallowed up and lostIn the wide womb of uncreated Night,Devoid of sense and motion ?** IN the early days of Golf in this country I spent aweek with Tristram, who was at that time in theway of becoming a champion. That is to say, hewas winning the club tournaments week after week, eachvictory making more and more sure his ultimate possessionof a large and beautiful cup, of which the only draw-back, as it turned out, was that you could nt drink outof it. That is, when you tried you were apt to be halfdrowned ; in after years we called it the Cataract Cup. While we were waiting for Tristram to win the cup,however, we used to content ourselves with less distin-guished though more useful vessels. We would comehome from a days play at the club and
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