Outing . ly when Tom looks in her direction,which he continually does, the scoundrel! At length I make my adieux and de-part, Tom walking with me to the frontdoor. Good night, old boy! he says,with a hearty shake of the hand. Goodnight ! I return to my room, light my pipe, and,as its spiral wreath of smoke slowly as-cends ceilingward, in my mind I experi-ence again the delights of the vividly it all comes back again—the clear cold night, the mountain climb,the flaring torches, the merry crowd ofgaily-dressed people, the rush, the excite-ment ! It is more like a brilliant
Outing . ly when Tom looks in her direction,which he continually does, the scoundrel! At length I make my adieux and de-part, Tom walking with me to the frontdoor. Good night, old boy! he says,with a hearty shake of the hand. Goodnight ! I return to my room, light my pipe, and,as its spiral wreath of smoke slowly as-cends ceilingward, in my mind I experi-ence again the delights of the vividly it all comes back again—the clear cold night, the mountain climb,the flaring torches, the merry crowd ofgaily-dressed people, the rush, the excite-ment ! It is more like a brilliant a sweet face rises before me be-neath a little tasseled tuque. Tom, my dear cousin Tom, youre alucky, lucky fellow ! HER EYES. Theres a dash of the skiesIn her wonderful eyes— In those deep, holy eyes which gaze ever to God,And from which beams a lovePure as that up above, And yet warm as the suns great red hand on the sod. Herbert Bashford. ON HORSEBACK OVER BYWAYS NEAR NATCHEZ. BY MARGARET HERE was a clever French-man once who found in thenarrow limits of his roomenough to build up, aboutthe familiar bits of bric-a-brac, solid furniture andpleasant pictures, a charm-ing sketch that he choseto call travels, and whichamused and interested himquite as much as though he had in realityjourneyed too and fro over the face of theearth in search of the picturesque and ad-venturous. Now, he was a wise and wittyman, from whom we borrowed the idea ofour domestic travels through our ownneighborhood, and to whom we feel ina measure grateful for a deal of honestpleasure and three days of hearty exer-cise that had almost as beneficial an ef-fect on our spirits and health as a changeof scene and air would have wrought. It came about in this wise. We werethree young people, two young womenand our brother, who were a-hungeredfor some interest and change in our dullcountry life. This happy result we feltcould only be produced by travel ; butfinding that beyond our reach, it was su
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