The Argosy — page 373: what you’re looking at

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352 In the Primrose Time. hers is only just beginning. She is a beautiful woman now, with a lovely voice, and a name’ well-known all round the world. She has had a brilliant career, with enough incident in it to set up a score of romance writers in trade, and has refused foreign coronets of all sorts and sizes, native money-bags, a prosperous impressario, and a million- aire from across the water. And yet she was pleased to tell me that she considers her life a blank up to a given date last year, when a certain handsome young artist asked permission to paint her portrait. She is as good as she is gifted, and he is worthy of her. May they be happy. But how about Philip Reynholt ? “Oh,” says Nansie, “‘I saw him last night at the State Concert, | with his beautiful American bride. ‘Till she appeared, Lady March had been the handsomest woman in the room. Was it not strange they did not appear to know one another? And ”—with a wistful look and a smile that was half a sigh—‘“neither had the slightest recollection of me.” ‘“So much the better for everyone,” said I. es Bee Oe i ns @) — > OS a eS SNOW IN APRIL. | O FOOLISH bud, to blow At first faint smile of Spring, Perfuming all the air! O foolish bird, to sing, And build a nest that all may spy ; | Your young of cold and want will die | Beneath the branches bare. . | How sad and silent now The tuneful Apr] grove! Its colour, melody and love All lost beneath the snow ; | The fair and flowery April grove, | With all its birds in pair. O foolish heart, beware ! Nor, unforeseeing, (Lured by a yearned-for bliss— | A smile, a kiss), | Barter sweet hopes of youth and youth’s well-being, To build and blossom in a leafless bower, With April bird and flower, Lest Love take wing amid the falling snows— | Oh, wait for summer shade and perfumed rose! C. M. GEMMER, ~ Eomicbooks.com