The New England magazine . straight lips. Then her eyes caught a glimpse, over thesnow-laden trees, of a thin smoke-wreathcurling from a red chimney,— the chimneyof the Widow Mayhue,—? and a little pangsmote Mrs. Adoniram — as if she had de-frauded the widow of her heritage. I declare, Ill do up some of our mincepies, she murmured, and run right overwith em — poor, solitary creetur! AT THE YEARS END By CLINTON SCOLLARD At the years end one saw before him risePhantasmal presences. The first outcried,lam the love that once you deified! And I, the second said, with mocking sighs, Am that ambition
The New England magazine . straight lips. Then her eyes caught a glimpse, over thesnow-laden trees, of a thin smoke-wreathcurling from a red chimney,— the chimneyof the Widow Mayhue,—? and a little pangsmote Mrs. Adoniram — as if she had de-frauded the widow of her heritage. I declare, Ill do up some of our mincepies, she murmured, and run right overwith em — poor, solitary creetur! AT THE YEARS END By CLINTON SCOLLARD At the years end one saw before him risePhantasmal presences. The first outcried,lam the love that once you deified! And I, the second said, with mocking sighs, Am that ambition which, in splendid guise,Both day and night was ever by your side;And I, a third exclaimed, reproachful-eyed, Am that fair faith you cherished, precious wise. He met their glances levelly, aware That each had uttered naught save truth, and yetHe felt no smarting of remorses is thus with those brave souls who stair by stairAscend the years above all vain regret To the triumphant heights of better MISS NANCYS POCH INBATTLETOWN By CLARA WOOD SHIPMAN HE poch is the joy of manyand the terror of a few, but thefew are sensitive misanthropesand deserve to be mean the poch of MissNancys residence. I say residence be-cause some one once called up on the phoneland asked, Is this Miss Nancy Cables! bodin-house ? and Miss Nancys replywas spirited and squelching. The poch is on the most commanding| residence corner of the town. It covers bothI advance and retreat to and from banks,I stores, station and post-office, and the threeJ largest churches. It has white, colonialcolumns, a big swing, lovely bloomingboxes, strewn-about rugs, and is so comfort-able that it is always occupied, forever fullof eyes, like the watch-tower of a citadel intime of invasion. Old Judge Burke says he would go out ofhis way five miles rather than pass thatcorner. If he does pass he takes the oppo-site side of the street and keeps in the shadowof the maples; but that does nt s
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