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THE LAST DROP OF WATER
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weak mouth parted in a slight smile ; "and so I've saved Jim's life. I know Mary will be pleased, and it's all for the best."
Then he buried his face in the sand and fell asleep.
It was there they found him, next day, and there they left him — sleeping.
It was Mary herself who knelt by the lonely, new-made grave, in the midst of the burning sands, and placed the roughly carved inscription at its head:
"Greater love than this hath no man, that he lay down his life for his friend."
IT WAS THERE THEY FOUND HIM NEXT DAY — SLEEPING
A Motion Picture Traveler
By LIZZIE PINSON
At Villa de Luxe there could always be found
An assemblage enraptured, admiring, When J. Vanderbillie de Gould was around —
Entertaining was he and untiring. He'd tell of the Orient, France and the Nile,
Of Great Britain and Africa, too; He'd climbed up the Alps where he lingered a while
To enjoy the magnificent view. On the various industries, customs and dress
Of the countries both near and afar, He'd declaim in a manner that needs must impress —
He'd met Emp'ror, King, Sultan and Czar. But, alas! to that charming vacation resort
Came a stranger from Brooklyn one day, Just as J. V. de G. was describing some sport
He had witnessed in far-off Bombay. "It was really amusing to watch them," said he,
"The natives in garb so fantastic Were jumping and tumbling, each vying to see
Who could make the most ludicrous antic. I sat next to the King, and when luncheon was served,
On gold trays set with rare, precious stones, We — " he broke off abruptly, completely unnerved,
As a voice called out : ' ' Hello, Bill Jones ! ' ' With a muttered remark, sounding almost like "jam,"
He was off of that porch in one bound. Then the stranger observed: "He's a beautiful sham,"
While the boarders all gathered around; "You believed in the stories Bill loved to relate,
And he feared that the truth I'd disclose; Why, he's never been out of his own native State —
'Twas the Pictures taught Bill all he knows!"