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34 «Aus Meinem Groszen Schmerzen." ROM Heine's heartfelt pain Itoxe many a tender song} I, too, like Heine, tune my lyre g ROE Wrong. y touchingest refrains rrows of the heart; I wonder whether he bad pains In any other part. Tn days gone by—perhaps to come— My heurt’s wen rent and torn, But other organs that Down cir burdens, too, have borne, T cannot sing the songs That many « heart have wrung, And so I try the humbler ones That Heine left unsung. I've written lays of frigid feet, Aud touched on inflammation, And turned out odes on eutting up That hurt like all creation, His way is more inspiring; I, too, would like it Lest If my beart would do the aching And lot my body rest. Frances Seaver, A Postal Card Tragedy. Eaoresernre, July 9, 1899, EAR JACK—Here I am, installed for the summer, It seems to be a very pleasant place—plenty of walks, drives, boating, fishing, ete., and the people are very nice. There is one girl, a Miss Sum- merson, who is simply stunning. Better knock off for a couple of weeks and run up here fora little vacation. Yours, Jim. Eaotesernig, July 16, 1899. Dean Jacx—This is certainly a greut place. I like it more every day. Miss Bummerson is the most delightful girl I ever met, but, confound the other cbaps, I “ANGELINA, WOULD YOU BR W “IT WOULD—ER—DEPE: can't ree as much of her as I'd like; only a walk, or adance, or a drive, or something like that, a day. Do quit grubbing and come up here fora while. 1 want to know what you think of ber. Yours, Jot. Eaoxesernie, July 23, 1899, Dean Jack—This is tho bulliest place ever was. I've got the inside track of all those other poor chaps, and Mabel and I ride, and walk, and sail, and dance, and do everything together. You must get up here, if only for a day. I want you to mect Mubel, Mabel! Mabel! Mabel! By George! I do like to call Miss Summerson that, though I've no right to—just yet. Yours, Ju, Eaoieseyntg, July 30, 1899, Dear Jack—You needn't come. I leave on the first train to enlist in the first regi- ment that goes to the Philippines, Good- by. Jnr, Gitireng WHO ARE THEY? € ING TO SIT ON LIVE’S SANDS WITH ME UNTIL THE PINAL STORM?” MOUNT OF ‘SAND,!"? His Experience. «¢777 HOUGHT [seen the devil last night,” remarked Alkali Ike, a8 ho drained tho glass of the last of his little old forty drops of soothing syrup. “Had ‘em ag’in?” queried Appetite Bill. “Nope, not exactly. Tell you how it hap- pened, Along in the middle of the night, while I was in bed in my room in the Buz- zard Roost Hotel, first thing I knowed, I thought I shore auw the devil glarin’ at me over the footboard, Hard a lookin’ old cuss as [ ever had tho pleasure of meetin’ up with —horns, fangs, tail, blue smoke, and all. You better reckon, about that time, when he says, ina gratin’, bloodshot voice, that he'd come after me, I could feel my hair riso up and begin to craw! around my head like it was a great gang of ants, and bear ¢ comicbooks.com