When he found the party drilling from
its old beliefs and becoming the cham
pion of even’ kind of abuse he simply
quit it cold.
z\ Musicnlc at Si. Mark’s.
The musicale at St. Mark’s last night
was a gratifying success. A large audi
ence was present and listened with unal
loyed pleasure to an extensive program
made up ol vocal and instrumental gems.
The entertainment was for the benefit of
the organ motor fund, which was materi
ally beoefitted.
Ask vour grocer for “J ack Frost” flour.
I'he McKinley bill enables the Silver
State cigar company to put the best im- !
ported tobacco in their "Silver State” I
cigars. '
AN AUTUMN MELODY.
What notec ot what ditty can sound from the
city.
From out of the dust and the din.
Where the t»uu*a pallid taper is dim through
the vaj»or
That shrouds all the sorrow and sin?
At evening 1 listen -the murky laoips glieten.
The stars peep by two arid by three:
The har-h Babel noises replace jour sweet
Dear sea!
Yet past the fog curtain. I know it for certain.
The barn roofs have caught the last ray:
The smoke of the threshing in softlj- enrncsb-
Brown gables with delicate gray:
The red leaves are falling, the plovers are
calling.
The sea wind is salt o’er the wold;
The bryonies blacken, the tufts of green
bracken
Turn gold.
O scents that redouble where slow through the
stubble
The plow cleaves a pathway of hope!
O woods fading yellow, and orchards grown
mellow.
And flocks on the faraway slope!
O sea songs that mingle on bowlder and
shingle,
O fields that of old time I know!
My heart swells to bursting with infinite
thirsting
For you.
M. C. Gillington in Chambers’ Journal.
