The Argosy, Vol. XXIV, No. 1 — page 85: what you’re looking at

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AN IDYL. 85 ‘“A steamer !’’ exclaimed Mr. Singérlay, furiously. ‘‘ Do you want to get blown up? You don’t know any more about handling a steamer than you did when you were a month old, Dolph. Your mother would be frightened out of her wits if you had such a plaything.’’ ‘‘I don’t mean to handle the engine myself. J’ve been through the high school, and I know something about steam ’’ ‘‘ Mighty little !’’ exclaimed the magnate, for Dolph had not been a very promising scholar. ‘‘ You can’t get an engineer, for there is not one in the lower town.’’ ‘But I think I can get Morgan Lamb’s son ; and he knows how to run an engine,’’ replied Dolph. ‘“ Morgan Lamb’s son! Do you think I would trust my son in the hands of one of Barkpool’s satellites ?’’ demanded the magnate, with intense indig- nation, to. hear his son propose to harbor one of the faction from his rival’s district. ‘‘ Andy Lamb is a good fellow,’’ added Dolph. “Thank you,’’ thought Andy. ‘‘ Di will say as much as that for me.’’ Just at that moment, the intelligent son of Morgan Lamb, who was com- petent to run a steam engine, sneezed violently in spite of the effort to sup- press the impulse. It was a tremendous, unconditional sneeze, and Mr. Singerlay rushed behind the tree. The moment he saw Andy, he sprang upon him, took him by the collar, and dragged him very roughly into the house. Oliver Optic. (TO BE CONTINUED. ) — —E BAN? ID¥ize SHE tripped through the meadows one April day The clouds hung low with oppressive gloom, But she, enchanting and bright and gay, Shed o’er the world such a sunny ray, That the wayside flowers sprang into bloom. And the wind of the Southland swept the earth ; It carried the scent of the blossoms sweet, And another world seemed to spring to birth. While the birds gave vent to caroling mirth, As a sunbeam glistened at her feet. Though Cupid had set for her feet a snare, Over the meshes she lightly sped ‘ And passed unharmed like a bird of the air, While I, who came after the maiden fair, Was captured by Cupid’s net instead. Walter H, Hanway. Eomichook S|