RS HR I, A Desert Impression. The hour before dawn, Hach breath is a sigh, The camel-men yawn And glance at the sky. The distance is drear With silhouettes drawn And ghastly. We fear The hour before dawn. The hour before noon, Each breath is a gasp, Oh, water us soon! Bach tongue, like a rasp, Is rugged with thirst; Our starvelings swoon, Oh, sunshine-accursed, The hour before noon! Mhe hour before dusk, Each breath is a sob, A mation of husk! Our weary limbs throb, Made sick with their load Of spices and musk. It acts like a goad, The hour before dusk. Robert Visittart, in Mexican Herald. | wemprnnenerenes 1 Widow Tipperary § Coup BY M. WYCKOFF dara p PERRRRR > * ® RRR E RRR When Michael Tipperary went sky- ward on a blast he left behind him a widow, $500 in life insurance and three children, For a while the Wid- ow Tipperary was inconsolable; then she returned to her looking-glass. But e children! That was the pity of it So an the saloon paid his ad. dresses for a spell was seen no spore. Dinneen, the district leader, ealled a times and never came again. That they admired widow, she was than certain. That they were ready, willing and anxious $0 ask her to na vy, sh no doubt. That not i fncumbrances. she reasoned-—would widow, however venture involved mexation of monkempt “kids” tinued to gaze sor mirror and 1 robbed her of her p It was In Pighth Distriet Chowder held its annual was there—alone, was introduced a handsome bach #an was smitten at first the remainder of the day he scarce | took eves off the buxom lady. To gether they nit 1€ r in its ple nic ages: tog: dhowder; togeth V. the sands of the sea and watched ships as the, the suan-kizsed ficer Mul! tioning, a widox eligible, dress call. ghe was al Whence The nes yrning the ¥ perary held converse with bor, Mrs. Doozan, of the preceding a foine *an’ I met mon. Bed &e had oyes fer no wan but me from the time we met. An’ what's mors, he’s asked permission ter call. He's comin’ Frolday night.” “But the sald Mrs. Doo gan, “I suppose you know he hates whilder. He hate ‘em worse nor! poison. It wor oniy last week he ar. rested them Dooley kids fer obstrue- tin’ the sidewalk. He jes’ dispises | childer.” The widow righed wearily. “1 knew | that. So I told him [ wor alone” “How can you kapé thim when he | Tomes to you? “I'll send thim away. “But if he's really serious come often—and unexpected” the practical Mrs. Doogan. The widow sighed azain came sorrowful. Presently Mrs. Doogan smiled. ov it!” she cried in triumph. hov a scheme that'll do the business Listen. If the officer over catches sight of the childer, and he's shure | to do that, tell hinrtheyre not your