They met. Swift forth their fs’c-hlona flew;
Each pinned the other through and through;
Yet neither fell. Again they strove
For mastery, and uiadK? drove
To right and left their falchions bright.
Nor sound nor cry profaned the night.
Through corselet, casque and visor, too.
As through the air their swift blades flew;
Until amazed, they stood aghast.
And on the sands their weapons cast.
Then laughed they both at mortal strife.
The passing dream of earthly life.
And clasping each the other’s hand.
They walk the shades of no man's land.
—James Clarence Harvey In Academy.
In a Free Dispensary.
“It’s really a etrange thing to me,”
said one of the staff at a hospital dis
pensary, as a jeweled hand reached in
at the little window of the drug store to
take the bottles of charity medicines
and thrust them in the folds of an ex
pensive coat; “it really is a strange
thing to me how a person as well off in
worldly goods as that young lady ap
parently is, can humble herself enough
to apply in the out ward of a dispensary
for free treatment and free medicine,
when she is well able to pay for it else
where. It’s not uncommon, bless you,
no indeed. Here comes another. Now
listen and you’ll learn something.”
Going over to the drug window he
said to another well dressed young
woman who presented her order and &
bottle:
“This bottle isn't largo enough, miss."
“Well, I’ll have to go away and get
another. ”
“We’ll sell you one for five cents if
you wish,” said the drug manipulator.
“No. 1 guess I’ll come later in the
day,” replied she, and turning left.
