LITERARY COLUMN.

Evening Post, Volume L, Issue 54, 31 August 1895, Page 1 (Supplement)

LITERARY COLUMN.

This Column is open to original literary contributions, prose or verso, serious or comic; (rood —but short. Two Prizes will bo given at the end of tho quarter for the best. Competitors aro requested to write in ink on one side, of the paper only, ulso to send real name and address. Appended are a comio sketch by " Miss Q," highly commended; and a good poem by "Conviva," also highly commended. BILL'S COUETSHIP. 0 Hi met 'im fust bin church, han' Hi takes hit has han homer hof hexess h*n' posterity has Hi should meet 'im there. Hi never were one hof them women has goes hin for 'igh hart—not bein* hin thehuppersuukles, but hedicated fine han' well teached hin thq perfession hof stockatorolasstioal music. When Bill Jones goes for ter causa ships heyes hat me hin church my 'art went hoff ha-populatin like ha steam hengine, han' Hi says ter myself, say Hi, " Hif so be has Hi were one hof them there hadvanced females has hadmires 'igh hare,. Hid wouldn't no more iexarn your hugly phiz nor Hi fly," says Hi, but there what is tor be will be, han' hit hain't no manner hof use for hus pore mortals hin this hoblutionharry spear ter hoppose hour future prosterity, 'cause why that there little 'igh hart boy they calls Cupidity rules hour destinations for hus, han' Hi growed to look for them ship's heyes as Bill Jones throw'd habout Sunday by Sunday, till hut'last Hi wasn't ha bit hexprised When 'c ha-lookin' hacrost 'is nose with 'one heye han' hout hof the corner hof tot her, says ter me, says 'c, "Mariar, Hi loves yer/' Though Hi were hexpeotin' hof hit, Hifeltiiobngated ter be tooked suddent-like, han' that hobligatedßill Jones ter prop me hup-like, ban' 'c says again, say 'c, while the light that puts shyeuce han' hall them hastrological hobjeo's bin the shade ha-shinin' hin 'is heyes, "Mariar, Hi loves yer." Hi mighter 'aye done better, but them stay tis tioks say has 'ow hevery woman can't marry,, so think Hi ter myself 'ore's ha chance, han' Hi jumps hat it; but fust Hi says to Bill, "BUI," say Hi, "Hi'mfair flabbergasted. Hare yer sartin sure has the hollow oast hover me by 'im has they call love hain't dimmed yer visionary sight?" "Mariar," says 'c, "Hi loves yer." "Hare yer sure," says Hi, "has you've counted the coast ban' looked hat me through the tallow-scope of Minerva ? 'Aye yer oonsiderated the haguirements hof the future regeneration, han' wondered hon the differential magnitude of a double life ?" " Mariar," says 'c "Hi loves yer." "Han", Bill," says Hi, for the deepness hof 'is love touches me to the 'art, "hif so be has 'ow yer 'aye remonstrated trully the state hof yer reflections, Hill conform yer this has Hive wondered hon solomnly han' sedatively. 'Hive no 'tiolar projections to matter-o'-money," says Hi, " but yer will 'aye ter solomonly promise as 'ow Him ter be the driver hof hour team." Bill looks hat me as solomnly has the biggest Judge hon a bench hof Majisters ud aquire, han' says, "Mariar, Hi loves yer." _«MissQ."