A Daughter of Delilah — page 17: what you’re looking at

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8 A FALSE TELEGRAM. Then, wreathe the bowl with flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us, We'll take a flight toward heaven to-night, And leave dull earth behind us! ‘Twas nectar fed of old, ’tis said, Their Junos, Joves, Apollos ; And man may brew his nectar, too, The rick. receipt’s as follows : Take wine like this, let looks of bliss Around it well be blended, Then bring Wit’s beam to warm the stream, And tbere’s your nectar, splendid! So wreathe the bowl with flowers of soul, The brightest Wit can find us ; We'll take a flight toward heaven to- night, And leave dull earth behind us!’ He stopped singing, and looked half doubtfully at the slimmering lights of the station; then, as though re- assured, exclaimed: "Yes, this is it. No train yet for half an hour, anyway. I’ve had enough of the ambrosial nectar of the gods, and at this moment could do with something a little more solid. ’’ He shivered in the cold night air, for over an immac- ulate evening attire he only wore a light-gray waterproof, and his crushed hat was very much crushed indeed. ‘‘Cursed piece of trickery!’’ he muttered, wrathfully, as he crunched a telegram between his powerful fingers. ‘‘I can appreciate a joke, but if I find out who has perpetrated this He broke into. a laugh. | ‘“‘Of course it could not be Hawley. Absurd to connect him with such buffoonery! Now, I wonder what my sedate old dad would think if he knew of the latest escapade of his elegant son and heir, Edgar Alston!’’ He laughed again, and ran lightly up the steps to the station, the flame from a large oil-lamp revealing the Gomicboo cS (Eo) Al ‘