THE BRIDLE-PATH.

Evening Post, Volume LXXXII, Issue 151, 23 December 1911, Page 15

THE BRIDLE-PATH.

The bridle-path among the hills Lies white between the brackens tall. Thro' tangled bush, o'er rugged steeps, It winds, unbound by hedge K or wall. No marks to guide it 6 narrow way, My track, unknown to alien feet, Save trees that btand like sentinels And 'vild flowers sweet. Tall flannol daisies lift their heads 'Mong scarlet fuchsias by the way, And clumps of golden-pea between — Swoet 6cetited summer's tribute pay. All softly green tho arching boughs That blend where sun and dow hiivo Hissed, With blue of jacaranda trees, Like ocean-niißt. it wanders 'mong its own'fair fields, And seokd tho woods and uplands brown ; Tho wdrld goes by another way . With traffic of the surging town; It leaves my track in solitude, Here whore the blue-grey shadows glide To meet the mista from fur-off hills And spaces wide. The ambor rays of eventide Slant Softly o'er it U6 I pass, And swallows hover, twittering, While sparrows gossip in the > grass; And then below the stars I ride, When tender night tho tired earth stills, Afar upon tho bridle-track Among the hills. — Annie S. Rae-Smith. Sydney Mail. \ PROPRIETY. They waltzed and waltzed to a wild, gweet Btrain, The music throbbed— like a beating heart ; Thpy waltzed, and waltzed, and thoy waltzed again, It euoined, in faul, that they couldn't part. Hn held her close with his hand and arm, Near to her cheek hie own cheek burned, Against his bosom her soft young form Closely pressed as they twirled and turned. Later, when taking her to her coach, Ho caught i her hand on the stairway ¦ dim — "How. dare you?" iho aeked, with item , - reproach, And, "What do you mean, eirit"- ihe «ked of him.

She beheld the quaint figure of Aunt Tabithi.