"
Duff Salter went to Tacony for the last time on the Sunday Andrew Zane
entered the church. He did not speak a word, but at the appearance of
Podge Byerly drew out the ancient ivory tablets and wrote:
"I'll never speak again until you accept or refuse me."
She answered, "What are you going to do if I say _no_?"
"I have bought two tickets for Europe," wrote Duff Salter. "One is for
you, if you will accept it. If not I shall go alone and be deaf for the
remainder of my days."
Podge answered by reaching out her lips and kissing Duff Salter plumply.
"There," she said, "I've done it!"
Duff Salter threw the tablets away, and standing up in a glow of
excitement, gave with great unction his last articulate sneeze:
"Jericho! Jericho!"
THE DEAD BOHEMIAN.
* * * * *
My hope to take his hand,
His world my promised land,
I thought no face so beautiful and high.
When he had called me "Friend,"
I reached ambition's end,
And Art's protection in his kindly eye.
My dream was quickly run--
I knew Endymion;
His wing was fancy and his soarings play;
No great thirsts in him pent,
His hates were indolent,
His graces calm and eloquent alway.
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