I hate to part with you, but this secures A certain fortune. Take it if you're wise." Byng took the advice; and then your father said, "You'll need some money, Byng, and here's a draft; Take it; a man can always hold his head Higher with cash in hand." And then he laughed. "No thanks! "Tis bread upon the waters thrown, And may come back. If ever you be rich Pay it to me or mine, or give some one Who needs it sorely-'tis no matter which." I'll cut the story short. Byng made his way The junior partner; when his senior died, Well, sir, he bought its notes, and there they are; I bought them cent per cent-paid them at par! What, crying like a child! Let go my hand; The bread your father on the waters cast THE GIVER'S REWARD. Who gives and hides the giving hand Who gives to whom hath nought been given, JESSIE CAMERON.-CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI. "Jessie, Jessie Cameron, Hear me but this once," quoth he. There where the breakers be. "O Jessie, Jessie Cameron, I have loved you long and true." "Good luck go with you, neighbor's son, She was a careless, fearless girl, But somewhat heedless with her tongue, A mirthful maiden she, and young, I tell you so to-day: Go you your way, and let me go The sea swept in with moan and foam For me you're not the man of men, But what's to me the good of this They stood together on the beach, And louder waxed his urgent speech, "Oh, say but one kind word to me, Jessie, Jessie Cameron." "I'd be too proud to beg," quoth she, And pride was in her tone. And pride was in her lifted head, And in her foot, which might have fled, Some say that he had gypsy blood, Yet he had gone through fire and flood Some say his grandam was a witch, And talked with it the while. And by her hut far down the lane Alas, for Jessie Cameron! The sea crept moaning, moaning nigher: She should have hastened to be gone,The sea swept higher, breaking by her: She should have hastened to her home While yet the west was flushed with fire, But now her feet are in the foam, The sea-foam, sweeping higher. O mother, linger at your door, And light your lamp to make it plain.;But Jessie she comes home no more, No more again. They stood together on the strand, Home, her home, was close at hand,- Her mother in the chimney-nook Jessie she comes home no more, Her lover's step sounds at his door And boats may search upon the sea And search along the river, But none know where the bodies be: Sea-winds that shiver, Sea-birds that breast the blast, Sea-waves swelling, Keep the secret first and last Of their dwelling. Whether the tide so hemmed them round With its pitiless flow, That when they would have gone they found Whether she scorned him to the last With words flung to and fro, Or clung to him when hope was past, Whether he helped or hindered her, Only watchers by the dying Have thought they heard one pray, And watchers by the dead have heard And watchers out at sea have caught THE IRREPRESSIBLE. A cross-eyed man in a long linen ulster and a tall hat rang the bell, and when the woman of the house opened the door, she was satisfied he had an eye to the spoons (the straight eye), so she snapped: "Madam, be calm," said the cross-eyed man, in a smooth voice. "What for?" she queried, suspiciously. 66 66 Madam," said the cross-eyed man, "have you a child?" Yes, I have," replied the woman; "what of it?" "A little girl?" queried the cross-eyed man. "N), a boy," returned the woman. "Of course-a boy," repeated the cross-eyed man; a young boy,-not very old?" "About that age," said the woman; "what about him?" Madam, do not get excited," pursued the cross-eyed man; "be brave and calm." "Mercy on me!" exclaimed the woman, in surprise; "what's the matter?" "Gently, gently," said the cross-eyed man, in a soothing manner; "restrain yourself. Did not that little boy go out to play this morning?" "Yes, yes," said the woman, excitedly; "what-why-is there anything the matter?" "Is there not a railroad track crosses the next street?" queried the cross-eyed man, in a solemn voice. "Yes, oh yes," ejaculated the woman, in great fear; “oh, tell me what has happened! what-" "Be calm," interrupted the cross-eyed man, soothingly; "be brave-keep cool-for your child's sake." "Oh, what is it, what is it?" wailed the woman, wildly; "I knew it-I feared it. Tell me the worst, quick! Is my child-where is my darling boy?" "Madam," replied the cross-eyed man, gently, "I but this moment saw a little boy playing upon the railroad track; as I looked upon him he seemed to be-" "Oh, dear! oh, dear!" screamed the woman, wringing her hands; "tell me the worst. Is he-" "He seemed to be daubing himself with oil," continued the cross-eyed man, quickly drawing a bottle from his pocket, "and I've got here the best thing in the world— Lightning Grease Eradicator-only twenty-five cents a bottle, warranted-" There was a broom standing behind the door, and with one blow she knocked his tall hat over his eyes, and with another waved him off the steps and through the gate. And as the cross-eyed man moved swiftly up the street she shook the broom at him, looking for all the world like an ancient god of mythology with a passion-distorted face and highly excited red arms. |