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Thful As he is--but then, Women are never as constant as men. He'll
never forgive me; I know I'm to blame, But he might have treated me some
day the same. WALTER TALLMADGE ARNDT. _The Badger._ ~To the Cigarette
Girl.~ Your motions all are sweet and full of grace As daintily you roll
your cigarette; You smoke it with a pretty puckered face That I, a
mortal man, can ne'er forget. It's jolly fun when you adopt our sins;
Pray never fear of being thought a "poke." Your every mood sincerest
worship wins, And yet I wish, my dear, you didn't smoke. H. F. H.
_Amherst Literary Monthly,_ ~A Game of Chess.~ We played at chess one
wintry night Beside the fire, that warm and bright Was mirrored in her
hazel eyes; Methought a gleam from Paradise Outshone the back-log's
flickering light. The hand that took my queen was white, I trembled at
its gentle might; Nor sweeter game could Love devise-- We played at
chess. I scarce could see to play aright, I took a pawn and lost a
knight, And then she gazed with mild surprise-- She said I was not
shrewd nor wise; And yet, to me, with strange delight We played at
chess. ROBERT PORTER ST. JOHN. _Amherst Literary Monthly_. ~When
Margaret Laughs.~ When Margaret laughs the world is gay, All care is
driven far away; Her hat aslant, with roguish air, A red carnation in
her hair-- True daughter of the merry May. The rosebuds of a summer's
day, The modest flowers along her way, All seem to have a grace more
fair, When Margaret laughs. Oh, youth! for her so bright and gay, Oh,
years! that slip so fast away, Keep her, I pray thee, fresh and fair,
Dainty, bewitching, debonair, For life is but a holiday When Margaret
laughs. GEORGE B. KILBOURNE. _Williams Literary Monthly._ ~The Captive.~
I've sought for Cupid by day and night, But he always contrived to elude
me, And kept discreetly out of my sight, Nor showed his face, the crafty
wight, Nor e'er for a moment sued me. And often while for his face I
sought I thought with a thrill I had found him, By my little wiles and
my coaxing