Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 199, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 August 1913 — The ONLOOKER by HENRY HOWLAND [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

The ONLOOKER by HENRY HOWLAND

AT A MW WION

l lightly stepped down from the car And lugged my satchel at my side; Up where the gates were pushed ajar A maiden waited, eager-eyed. I saw her glad glance rest on me. Her cheeks assumed a rosy hue; Oh, she was fair. Indeed, to see, Arid past the gateman hurried through. Her lips were parted In a smile. My heart leaped gladly, as she came Arrayed In pleasing, tasteful style, And, lo! she sweetly spoke my name. In fancy I can see her still, - And hear her voice, as then I heard; I’d never known before that “Will" Was such a soft, delicious word. I, wondering, set my satchel down, Forgetting all save her alone; Her eyes were big and deep and And there was music in her tone. With all my senses In a whirl I tried to think—to understand— As, nearing me, the lovely girl Held out a slender little hand.

"And you are Cousin Will!” she said; But ere I had a chance to speak A man with whiskers, just ahead. Turned back and kissed her on the cheek. She cast at me one look of pain; 1 saw her long, dark lashes fall. Then took my satchel up again, And—that was all.