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The Mirror NIGHTFALL Honeysuckle makes a bower round my tired head; Greenest grasses make a pillow for my mossy bed. Breezes laughing gently fan the flames within my heart, To make this spot of woodland a tiny world apart. Nightbirds crying, softly flying over the darkening lea, Sing a song the twilight long, a sighing melody; And as tbc golden sunset cradles the sky within her arms 1 wonder at earth’s beauty and her inviting charms. —Ber niece Jennings NIGHT SONG The Rain is a Lady With long tapering fingers, Softly strumming For faerie singers A thousand-stringed harp. And the notes—how they spill! As they float with a trill From the vciicd Moon, In silvery tunc. Through the mists of night. —Sarah Shepard [10]
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'I' he Mirror nn trit dc ole man. When he makes his rounds, an’ nits back to dc desk to call dr police to mak’ his report, we’ll git him. Le’s go. He’s due to call in twentv minutes ft now. S-s-s-surc R-Rcd,’’ the smaller and more nervous of the two answered, ‘1-l-lct’s go. Cautiously the two climbed in through the window and even more cautiously made th-ir way to a dark corner from which they could watch old Mike at the desk. “Bang! Bang!” Sharply breaking the silence the clock struck two. causing the nervous one to jump. “Can it, will yuh? Want to let the ole man find us?” Red whispered. “Here, go ovah in dat corner and you'll see two wires. Cut de bottom tine. It’s de burglar alarm on dat vault. And don’t be so darn shaky: dev ain't nothin’ gonna slip. Now, go on. make it snappy! It’s jus' as good as done when de ole man quits talkin’. Two minutes later the smaller one shuffled back to Red’s side. I got it, he said. “Good, de ole man’s done hung up. I'm gonna give ’ini a chance to doze off an’ den bounce im on de nob.” As if Red had in some way commanded him, Mike’s old gray head fell back and he settled to doze until, as he thought, his next round. Slowly and quietly Red made his wav around the teller’s cage through the swinging door of the counter and behind old Mike's chair. At this moment a sickening thud broke the silence, and Mike slumped forward in his chair. Quick! Let's get dc stuff—de ole man's out. maybe for good—I dunno! Later old Mike opened his eyes in a room where all was white. It was the Centerville hospital. Sitting beside him was Chief Watkins, a smile beaming from his usually stoic face. “What happened?’ quavered Mike. “What happened? Why two darned blubbers tried to rob the bank. As if they could pull that on the Centerville Police! Why the minute you hung up. before I was thru talkin', 1 knew somethin’ was up, so 1 put out and caught the darned blubbers just as they was goin’ to work on the vault. The .ittlc one’s already confessed; told about cuttin’ the burglar alarm and everythin’. “But, Chief, l-I-I didn’t hang up. 1 thought you did!” “You didn’t—what? the chief boomed, “Then bv gorrah. I know why the big one’s been ravin’ and veilin’, 'Yuli cut de wrong wire’. The wire he cut was the telephone wire! —Ralph Chandler [9]
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The Mirror BROAD ACRES I vv prude jones was enjoying himself. The smell of the crisp, country air and the ■ beauty of nature brought color to his face. The Colonel riding by his side seemed to sense his mood and, all the way from town, told him stories of his wonderful farm. ‘‘I nearly let the farm get away from me. I can appreciate it more now. because I nearly lost it.” “What do you mean by ‘You nearly lost it’?” Ivy questioned. He had thought all his life that the farm was the Colonel’s. “I put a mortgage on it when cotton went down, but the money for the last payment is in my pocket now. Lucky thing too. hr cause the bank let it get out of its hands. Some fellow from the North who wants it bought the mortgage. Me—whoever he is—intends to close me out. Tomorrow’s the last day, and I’m going to fool him by paying in full. I’ll feel a lot better when I have the d:ed secure again. Say! 1 was going to tell you about the time the sheriff and I used to p.ay Injun over in the swamp— When Ivy saw the substantial house loom into view and outline itself against the sky, he felt love for the old farm that he had seen but once before, although it had been in the family for generations. He was g.ad the Colonel was not going to lose it. Adventure seemed to overtake him: and just to think, he had wanted to stay in town all summer. “How are you, Irving?” (Aunt Susie insisted on calling him that) “I’m glad to sec you. How’s your mother? Come in.” Glad to see his aunt, he began to chat merrily. 1 sec you have company,” Ivy said, as he noticed two men coming up, both seeming restless and uneasy. “They’re our roomers. Mr. Jenkins, this is our nephew. “Good day, said Jenkins. He seemed anxious about something. “This is Mr. Cord Weaver. Mr. Weaver turned around and spoke. “I’ve got the money, interrupted the Colonel. “I’m so glad you have. said his wife. Jenkins, who seemed startled, walked off hurriedly, with Weaver running at his hee.s like a terrier. Ivv went into the house. Having put on his “jrans, he a;c dinner hastily and then went out to look over the place. He threw a rock at a field mouse and fed the rabbits; he helped a negro dump corn to the mules, slop the pigs, anti measure hull and meal for the cow. As he strolled about, doing everything and nothing, the day came to a close. The light was dimming when he ventured into the old house, former.y used to smoke meat, but which now housed a chicken coop, farm implements, and sacks of fine cotton seed. As he lifted a crokersack which covered the coop, he was met by the scoldings of a hen sheltering her brood. Not caring to cause a disturbance, he turned his attention elsewhere. Boards stretching across the rafters formed an attic. He climbed up hoping to find last year’s walnuts, and was about to come down when he heard Curt, a farm hand, with Jenkins. “What’s you gonna give us? Curt asked. [II]
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