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HOW RICH THE SCENT.
How rich tbe went tile oleandei-s send
With thoughts of distant days and scenes to
blend
And busy wonderings at what was meant
By sentences that never reached their end
And glances but a moment on me bent—
How rich the scentl
Does it recall a tender touch that came
And set my soul athrob with pulsing flame
Before my hopes were all asunder rent?
Ah, well! the air around smelt just the same
That night within the looped-uj) pleasure tent—
How rich the scent’
And I am now as sad as when at last.
Unheeding all the pleas that thick and fast
I poured to be forgiven, out she went
And like a phantom into darkness passed.
But, still, in spite of sorrow long since spent.
How rich the scent!
WHY BHEK CHOW flHf) HIS CHUMS HflTE BHEH CHOW.
» <9*r IS A well-known fact to all peo-
Vsc pie who are neighbors to Brer
Crow and Brer Owl, that these gentle
men of the trees are very much at outs
with each other. Brer Crow is very
much elated if on his meddlesome
rounds he spies Brer Owl perched in
the midst of a large tree in a cool
shady place, taking a nap in midday.
Brer Crow laughs to himself till his
toes tingle, when the opportune sight
comes to him. He immediately sets
out to hunt up every one of the Crow r
family to go on a crusade against Brer
Owl. He is of course careful to keep
his noisy bill closed until he gets out
of hearing of Brer Owl. When he is
sure Brer Owl wpn’t hear him, he be
gins to call his comrades. Saying,
“I’ve found the scoundrel at last. Tell
every one of the flock you see to
spread the news and for all to be
present on your strong point in a
very few minutes.”
Meanwhile Brer Owl is peacefully
dreaming of the splendid fat mice he
had for breakfast, and of the close call
he had with a bullet from the farmer’s
rifle only a few hours beforehand.
Suddenly he takes the night-mare ana
thinks the ghosts of every mouse, rab
bit and old hen that he ever molested
are trying to pick his feathers. Sud
denly he wakes amidst a terrible
clamor and tumult. Crows are on
every limb of the tree he is on and
those adjacent to it. He is deafened
by the ear-splitting vociferations of
Brer Crow’s crowd who are such
cowards and are so badly excited that
they can do nothing but jump about
near him and yell the tops of their
heads off. Even they do not enjoy
this until their number has swelled to
two or three hundred. Well, to Brer
Owl, such inroads as this are anything
but welcome, and are not much en
couragement for his finishing his nan.