The Argosy — page 290: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

The Story of Charles Strange. 269 turns up. No sooner am [ a bit relieved about poor Nancy, that unfortunate daughter of mine, than there comes Mr. Tom.” The relief that Leah spoke of was this: Some relatives of Leah’s former husband, Nancy’s father, had somehow got to hear of Nancy’s misfortunes. Instead of turning from her, they had taken her and her cause in hand, and had settled her and her three children in a general shop in Hampshire near to themselves, where she was already beginning to earn enough for a good living. ‘The man who was the cause of all the mischief had emigrated, and meant never to return to Europe. And Leah had taken my advice in the matter, and disclosed all to Watts. He was not in the least put out by it, as she had feared he would be; only told her she was a simpleton for not having told him before. (Zo be continued. ) THE MEADOWS OF LONG AGO. Ou the sweet wide meadows, the elm-trees tall, The lilac that grew by the southern wall, The orchards white, and the gardens neat, The may, the cowslips, the meadow-sweet, The pale dog-roses in every hedge, The narrow path, by the coppice edge, The path we shall walk by, you and J, When the white moon rises, by-and-bye— The path we shall walk by? No, ah no! It leads through the meadows of long ago. Our meadows! ‘They’ve built a chapel there, And a row of villas, yellow and bare ; And down the path where we used to go, Stand squalid cottages, all in a row— . And the elms are gone—and our wood’s green maze— Where do the lovers walk now-a-days ? Not through our meadows: the sordid years Have built upon them—and all our tears Will never teach the dead grass to grow On the trampled meadows of long ago! E. NESBIT. CORNIECOOOKS.EO