. St. Nicholas [serial]. uniform andlace. All unheeding of my presence, soft they wandered toand fro On the blossom-bordered pathways that they loved solong ago; And the fountain echoed back their silver laughter,sweet and low. Softly fell the moon-rays round them, clothed them in a gleaming light;On the silken gown they shimmered, on the powdered wigs of white, On the heavy-perfumed flowers, on the saber polishedbright. Swift she stooped and plucked a rosebud; smiling, gave it; and I knewThat an old-time lord and lady to their plighted troth were true. And their shades still loved to wander m
. St. Nicholas [serial]. uniform andlace. All unheeding of my presence, soft they wandered toand fro On the blossom-bordered pathways that they loved solong ago; And the fountain echoed back their silver laughter,sweet and low. Softly fell the moon-rays round them, clothed them in a gleaming light;On the silken gown they shimmered, on the powdered wigs of white, On the heavy-perfumed flowers, on the saber polishedbright. Swift she stooped and plucked a rosebud; smiling, gave it; and I knewThat an old-time lord and lady to their plighted troth were true. And their shades still loved to wander mid the roses,wet with dew. When the pale, uncertain moonlight silvers lawns and woods and the sleeping roses yield their heavy perfume to the breeze— Think you not that far, faint stirring is the sighing ofthe trees; T is the footsteps of the shades returning from some long-dead June,To wander where the lichened fountain tinkles still its tune, While full-blown roses drop their gleaming petalsneath the (silver badge)JUST IN TIME BY C. LILLIS LELAND (AGE 15) (Honor Member)In a deep, cushioned arm-chair before the fireplace sat astately, dark-haired maiden, her dreamy gaze fixed onthe glowing embers before her. She seemed to be think-ing deeply. Suddenly a slight shudder shook her whole frame, andher face took on a curious expression, half of fear, half ofanticipation, as if she were struggling against somestrong emotion within her. It took her but a momentto decide what course to pursue. This was the crucialmoment—it was now or never! If she did not fore-stall that— But she must, she must! In less time than it takes to tell it, she had sprung toher feet, darted across the room, seized her muff fromthe table where it lay, and was fumbling within it fev-erishly. There was not a moment to lose! Everysecond counted! Just as it seemed that she would never find what shesought, and as the emotion was becoming more over-powering than ever, she drew forth triumphan
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