RECREA TION. 



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saw the children or responded instantly, 

 as the next instant I was sweeping 

 toward the gate. 



In that moment I felt I could not go 

 out of the world without one farewell 

 to the girl I loved, and, turning in the 

 saddle I waved my hand, and then 

 faced my fate. I was, however, by no 

 means willing to submit to it tamely. 

 I plied the whip and yelled like a 

 madman. At the instant when I ex- 

 pected to crash into the gate, Robert 

 bounded into the air. Up, up, up 

 he went and cleared the gate like a 

 greyhound. I heard a cheer as we gal- 

 loped on. 



Ro 1 e was now willing to stop, and 

 in a short time I had him in perfect 

 control. I turned 4 him and made for the 

 gate, which was opened by several men. 

 The children were in the arms of their 

 mothers ; the trio still stood on the 

 porch. Cries of " Bravo, Allen !" 

 sounded on all sides ; but I hung my 

 head in shame and mortification and 

 would not once look toward the house 

 where centered all my hopes and as- 

 pirations. I turned down the first 

 street I came to, Robert going quietly 

 enough now. I rode on until I came 

 to Main street, when I paused in front 

 of Mr. Farrington's door. 



(to be continued.) 



JUNE TIME. 



WALTER M. HAZELTINE. 



Noon-time and June-time, 



Katy-dids a singing ; 

 Bloom-time and sleep-time, 



Zephyrs softly bringing 

 Perfume from the clover, 



Kisses for the lips, 

 That once again and over 



Of the perfume sips. 



Noon-time and dream-time 



By the brimming river ; 

 Wish-time and thank-time, 



Blessings for the giver ; 

 Dreaming in the shadow, 



Peeking at the fish, 

 With nought to do in all the world 



But fish again and wish. 



