ON THE STAIRS.

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume I, Issue 93, 1 April 1911, Page 4 (Supplement)

ON THE STAIRS.

He said “Good-night!’’ and he held her hand Tn a heitabbtg way. And ho hoped that her eyes would What his lips refused -to say. he'd her hand, and ho murmured low : “I’m sorry to go like this,, It seems so frigidly cold, you know, This “Mister’’ of ours, and “Miss.” “I thought—perhaps ’’ And he paused to note If she srenie’. inclined to frown. But the light m her eyes his heartstrings smote. As i-he blushingly looked down. She said no word, but she picked a speck Of dust from his coat lapel; Such a small, such a wee little tiny fleck. 'Twas a , wonder she saw so well. And it brought her face so very near, In ;<hat dim, uncertain light. That- the thought, unspoken, was made quite dear, And I know ’twas a sweet “Go«inght!” Tlie total production of wheat within i<he Commonwealth amounts in a fair season to between 50.(MX),000 and fiO.OOO.CW bushels, of which. approximately two-thirds is exported to foreign countries and the remainder consumed locally. A pompous deacon was (trying his hand at teaching a Sunday-school class, and was wanting to bring out the beautv of CLrfatmn living. ' x>f, Pl e ’’all me a Christian?'’ he asked. There was a pause, and then a shrill voice said:— "VJ«ase, sir, became j.hev don't know you.”