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RICE AND OLD SHOES
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of doing nothing in a hundred different ways began to tire you, and you prematurely centered yourself on becoming a selfish, non-human, uninteresting, bloodless, cadified "
" Perhaps there are other truthful qualifiers/' he interrupted, "but these will do. I am labeled enough to satisfy Dr. Wiley — but not yours humbly, who will make a few statements.
"Number one," he announced, sharply. "What is Lexon's 'phone number?"
"3440 Market. Why?"
"I am going to ask him not to call tonight, Vita," he answered, determinedly.
"Yes?" She was becoming interested.
' ' Number two. I am going to work. They say that farming is hard and sweaty, and I want to try the hardest and wettest."
"Yes?" She looked up, surprised.
"I'm going down to Alabama to start a rice plantation — nothing nicer. ' '
"Yes?" She stared at him now. the color rushing to her cheeks.
"Number three — and this is the hardest of all — I dearly . want my wife to go with me. Will you go ? "
A swift, shadowy form crossed the room and fell into his arms, crying joyfully.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she sobbed — you will notice, not in the interrogative. And that is just how it came about that the lawyers lost a job.
"The Better Land"
Revised by J. A. CLARK, JR.
"I hear thee speak of the better land; Thou call'st its children a happy band. Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies dance thru the myrtle boughs?" "Not there, not there, my child!"
"Is it where the feathery palm trees rise, And the date grows ripe under the sunny skies? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange, bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things?" "Not there, not there, my child!"
"Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother, that better land?" "Not there, not there, my child !"
"You have been there, my darling lad, For it's in your heart, when returning glad — You never went out with a gloomy look (I can read your thoughts as an open book) That you did not return all aglow From the mystic land of the Photoshow. Yes, there, quite there, my child !"