Always do just what I want, Hie away to Kittie Carrol, Your loss is but a gain. Aren't there fishes still a-swimming, As those that hissed and sputtered As if your intercourse with him Were but the merest trifle; And make believe, with all your might, You'd not care a feather For all the Carrols in the world, And Archie Dean together. Take this advice, and get him back, My darling, if you can ; But if you can't, why, right-about, But I never gave a smile to him When full in sight Of Kittie Carrol and Archie Dean. But there were Kittie Carrol and Charlie Green, As I was sure he would, And with softest tone and glance, Do you think I dropped my eyes, No, no, indeed! That would not do. Straight I looked into his face, And I told him he must wait Till I had danced with Charlie Green; On Harry Hill and Walter Brown. That I was to dance with him. And, he said, most wearily, For the dancing to be done; And although my heart was aching, And very nigh to breaking, It was quite a bit of fun Just to see him standing there Watching me. Oh, Archie Dean, (He is not rich, like Charlie Green.) Well, he sighed at me and I laughed at him He pressed my hand but I heeded not, He whispered something about the past, For my heart was throbbing loud and fast, He led me out beneath the stars, I told him it was vain For him to vow. I had no faith To pledge with him again. His voice was sad and thrilling and deep, And my pride flew away, And left me to weep, And when he said he loved me most true, And ever should love me, 64 Yes, love only you," he said, I could not help trusting Archie,— Say, could you? WHO IS TO BLAME? Who is to blame, oh, who is to blame? "When men forget manhood, and duty, and love, Who is to blame, oh, who is to blame? Who is to blame, oh, who is to blame? Who is to blame, oh, who is to blame? Whether spoken or thought it is ever the same, Who is to blame, oh, who is to blame? Who is to blame, oh, who is to blame? CANVASSING UNDER DISADVANTAGES.-M. QUAD. He smiled blandly as he halted for a moment in front of the City Hall. He looked like a man who could palm off almost anything on the public at 100 per cent. profit, and yet leave each customer in a grateful mood. He had a tin trunk in his hand, and as he sailed down La Fayette avenue the boys wondered whether the trunk contained tax receipts or horse liniment. The stranger halted in front of a resi dence, his smile deepened, and he mounted the steps and pulled the bell. "Is the lady at home?" he inquired of the girl who answered the bell. The girl thought he was the census taker, and she seated him in the parlor and called the lady of the house. When the lady entered the stranger rose, bowed, and said: "Madam, I have just arrived in this town after a tour extending clear down to Florida, and wherever I went I was received with glad welcome." "Did you wish to see my husband?" she asked, as he opened the tin trunk. "No, madam; I deal directly with the lady of the house in all cases. A woman will appreciate the virtues of my exterminator and purchase a bottle, where a man will order me off the steps without glancing at it.” "Your-your what?" she asked. "Madam," he replied, as he placed a four-cunce phial of dark liquid on the palm of his left hand; "madam, I desire to call your attention to my Sunset Bedbug Exterminator. It has been tried at home and abroad, and in no case has it failed to-" "What do you mean, sir?" she demanded, getting very red in the face. "Leave this house instantly." "Madam, I do not wish you to infer from my-" "I want you to leave this house!" she shrieked. Madam, allow me to explain my-" "I will call the police!" she screamed, making for the door, and he hastily locked his trunk and hurried out. Going down the street about two blocks he saw the lady of the house at the parlor window, and instead of climbing the steps he stood under the window and politely said: "Madam, I don't wish to even hint that any of the bedsteads in your house are inhabited by bedbugs, but—” "What! What's that?" she exclaimed. "I said that I hadn't the remotest idea that any of the bedsteads in your house were infested by bedbugs," he replied. "Take yourself out of this yard!" she shouted, snatching a tidy off the back of a chair and brandishing it at him. 66 'Beg pardon, madam, but I should like to call your—” |