་ quinces, an' Dan'l jest stood there jabbin' both hands in to it way up to the elbow, and scatterin' the sweetness over the worl'. I jest threw out my arms an' legs like a frog in a mill-pond, an' swum through the ocean of sweet sass an' honey thet wuz sloshin' all about me. I div down to the bottom, an' brought up hundred thousand dollar pearls in my mouth, an' splashed about like & crazy lunatic in a sea of glory. W'en Dan'l smiled it seemed ez if the sun hed been whitewashed with a mixture of melted gold, silver, jasper, saffire, emerald, chrysolite an' stuff, sich ez St. John seen on the foundations of the new Jerusalem; it seemed ez if the sun had been whitewashed with these things, an' then smiled on the earth jest like a lovesick feller onto his best gal. W'en Dan'l frowned the sun grew ez black ez a black ink spot on a black cat hidin' in a coal bin on a dark night. Hope lef the worl' an' went on an everlastin' vacation; the bottom tumbled outer natur, an' I jest opened my mouth an' bawled like a baby. An' I jest kep' on bawlin' until Dan'l smiled agin, we'n I wuz so happy an' light thet I could hev walked on the air without bustin' through the crust, clear from here way up to the north star. "Wall, bimeby Dan'l got excited. He threw out his right han' an' pulled the mornin' star from the bosom of the sky; he threw out his left han' an' snatched the trailin' robes from the sunset an' flapped them over the cattle shed. He threw up his head an' the sun dodged ; he stamped his foot an' the earth trembled; and the prize hog give a gasp an' dropped dead. Dan'l's eyes now looked like two suns in two universes; and if he only shet them once, we knew that darkness would cover the face of the deep, an' the world would roam about in the dark parsture of the universe like a stray cow, an' git lost. Oh, them eyes! them eyes! they'll shine into my soul after the sun goes out, an' after the stars have dropped like loose buttons from the jacket of the sky. "But still Dan'l kep' on. Thet son of thunder stood there surrounded by punkins, and I verily believe the angels bent over the railin's of heaven an' listened to him; an' I only wonder thet they didn't lose their balance an' come a-fallin' down an' sprawl out like celestial lummuxes before his feet. They might hev for all I know. We shouldn't hev noticed 'em. We wouldn't hev paid any attention to an earthquake or an Odd Fell'rs purcession. If Gabrul had blown his trumpet right then an' there, an' tooted until he wuz red in the face, we wouldn't hev heerd it any more than we could hev heerd a watch tick in a biler factory. Gabrul himself would hev dropped his horn an' stood an' listened to Dan'l. We couldn't see nothin' but Dan'l, we couldn't hear nothin' but Dan'l, an',-well, there warn't nothin' but Dan'l. He filled up the whole bushel basket of the universe an' then spilled over onto the floor. "W'en Dan'l stopped, I wanted to die; an' I almost wish I hed, for I hain't heerd a decent speech sence his day, an' I never expect to agin until I hear Dan'l spoutin' from the platforms of paradise." OH, FOR A MAN!-M. C. HUNGERFORD. "Oh, for a man!" the clear voice sang, The girls that bore the alto part To sing with all their might and main FROM THE IRON GATE.-ROBERT C. V. MEYERS. Written expressly for this Collection. Where shall I go? How strange it seems,— To have but will to drive me where to go, Is the world mine? Ah, I have been guilty, I have paid the price That life touched me, touched more than me, touched one There is no one to care That waits me, not a human heart that beats It yet may learn itself and grieve and find I only am the lonely one-maybe There in the aching dark, the prayer that lights Cold freedom granted me by laws of men. Oh, for a single one Nay, there is not one My freedom is my sentence to be served For ruin of all love but that I felt For her who scorned me for that other man. No one, no one-ah, who then touched my arm? What! was it you, old woman with gray hair? you knew For me, watched for my coming out, have followed me Blame and the sad forgetfulness of it? Who are you? Speak! I know, and do not know. Oh, now I know. I know "Tis one that I forgot for years and years. Hold me! hold me! hold me! I am but Ah, lead me on, My mother, lead me, lead me with thy love, THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOW. "Will Santa Claus come to-night, mother?" asked little Steenie, drawing his stool close to his mother's chair, and resting his curly head on her knee. The mother's face was very sad, as she stooped over and kissed the bright eyes upturned to hers. "And if he does not, Steenie, little man, can we not wait till next Christmas? You know how the snow has drifted on the plain, and hidden the road; you know how dark it is now; he may not come to-night, dear." "Come here to the window, Steenie," said Ev, who stood flattening his nose against the cold pane. 66 The two boys peered out into the darkness, where even the white snow which was piled and drifted in the yard and against the fences of the corrals was now hidden. Steenie," said Ev, so low that mother, sitting by the fire darning their little socks, the big tears rolling down her cheeks and dropping upon her work, and father, who was so ill and now lay asleep on the bed in the corner, could not hear; "Steenie," he said, his child's heart fee! |