Boone County Recorder . j on, A thounnd faaclea throne;—UN »y mothers aniwl far* Thats vanished now »o ae* tbe forms of tlio«> I loved, Old friend* of happier years,And aa I «**e my aching heart OerSow. In flooding tear*. Oh home, old homo- thou art not tiara I Thy shadow otaly stays:Thon art not In tbf»« alleat rooms. Thaae lone, deserted where tho friends of other days Bare fathered, bright and fair—Where smiling forms of those I lored Are waiting—Home Is there. —Arthur l,. Salmon, In One* a Week. ONLY A TRAMP. Bat He Had Seen Many Joys andSorrowe In Life. H E SouthernPacif
Boone County Recorder . j on, A thounnd faaclea throne;—UN »y mothers aniwl far* Thats vanished now »o ae* tbe forms of tlio«> I loved, Old friend* of happier years,And aa I «**e my aching heart OerSow. In flooding tear*. Oh home, old homo- thou art not tiara I Thy shadow otaly stays:Thon art not In tbf»« alleat rooms. Thaae lone, deserted where tho friends of other days Bare fathered, bright and fair—Where smiling forms of those I lored Are waiting—Home Is there. —Arthur l,. Salmon, In One* a Week. ONLY A TRAMP. Bat He Had Seen Many Joys andSorrowe In Life. H E SouthernPacific expresswas p u ffi n gthrough the hotatmosphere ofthe Arizonadesert, betvwteaYuma and lienson. The liraw a s IntenseEven the talk-ative San Fran-cisco drummerhad collapsedin a swelteringheap Tin tireend seat Tethetired passen-gers the hot hours seemed endlesslylong. Suddenly the brakeman entered,bringing with him a cloud of blacksmoke ami alkali auaU With uuu liaudhe shut the door, while with the other. dipt Watson headed our party, andhe knew every nook in the range,be dragged a heap of rags-intothe_car^ __j,u ^ ^^i ra,d ^ , , , ,<UA «. ....»...» or,....)..., WOr.* . r So you were sneaking a ride, wereyon. Wall, ypn be a tough nut, sureenough. Got anything ter say fer yer-self? The figure within the tattersstraightened itself up, wiped thealkali dust from its eyes, essayed to•peak, then pointed to the icewatertank and sank back to the floor ex-hausted Hes all right till we get to ElPaso now, remarked the conductor,* gainst the law to put a man off atthis part of the road. Put a peddler offonce; found hia pack and a fine skele-ton a week later. The poor critters bout done up,saM the man from Texas; wheres myflask? Whered yon get the poor cuss?asked the Francisco drummer, wipinghis perspiring brow. Found him on the brake-beara,when we stopped at the water tank,said the brake man. Great heavens! you dont mean to?ay that mans been riding under thi
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