Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 278 of 399
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220 Mtss Oldham’s Choice. evening Dr. Werner answered it for her. ‘That very evening Dr. Werner offered her the house, 9, Barrington Crescent, arid all that was in it—and himself—in exchange once more for—the Indian sik! And how could Miss Oldham refuse a second time to give up that Indian silk P Miss Oldham accepted the offer. It was after she had accepted t, upon the steps, in the dusky, quiet night, that she suddenly asked Dr. Werner when the clouds would come. —— And he answered, just as suddenly, with his arms around her: ‘6 Never.” HOUSEHOLD NAMES. AH, dearer still is the household name, As the swift years onward flow, Which sweetly once from the dear lips came That grew silent long ago. And now our faces are homeward set, How dear to our longing ears, Have grown those voices that call us yet By the names of our youthful years ! All tossed apart is our kindred band, Like boats on a stormy sea, Though we all set sail for the self-same land In whose haven we long to be ; But spent and weary, we onwards row Our welcome sweet to claim, For faintly still on each storm-worn prow, Is written a household name. Oh, mother, gone home so long ago, You have pleaded for us in prayer, Till our household names the angels know— They are spoken so often there! And there'll be great joy in Heaven one day, When over the pale sea foam All frail and shattered, and drenched with spray, The last of your boats comes home. HIELEN MARION BURNSIDE. COMIC OoOOkKS.con @