TALES. AUNT ANNE, 81, 144, 199, 267, 330, 399, Mathematical Master's Love-Story, The 14 Old Roses, 382 737 621 Rosemary for Remembrance, Sister, 705 Simpson Willoughby's Groom, For it was springtime holiday, A sun-tanned boy was he, "I will come," he said. Ah! Love, come With russet freckles on his face And a patch upon his knee. The apple boughs above him flung He knew the secrets of the grass, Orphaned and poor as poor could be, No lighthouse on the way. Could bring him comfort true; He pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks And blew, and blew, and blew! Maurice Thompson's "Poems." MY FRIEND. My friend is one whom I have tancied cold Deep like the sea, with riches still unguessed |