Two Women

A grandma rita in her great arm chair; Balmy sweet is the soft spring air. Through the laUiced, lüac-shadowed.pam1 She looks to th orchard beyond the Iane. And she catchfi the gleam of a woman's dreas, Aa it fluiters about in the wlnd's caress. "That child is glad as the day is loiff- Her lover is coming, her life's a song." Up froin the orchard's flowery bloom Fioats fragrance faint to the dark'ning room Where traudma drearas, til) n tonder grace And a sof ter light steal into her face. For once again she is younar and fair. And twiu ng ro in her hair. Once agaiu, blltbe aa the lark above, Sho is only a giri, and a girl in love! The years drop icoin her their weary pain; Sae is clasped ia her lover's arms again! The last faint gliinmers of daylight die; Stars trainble out of the purpie sky Ere Dora flits up the garden path, Sadly afraid of grandma's wrath. With rosered cheeïs aud flying hair SUa ncstles down by too ola arin chair. Grandina, Dick saya, may we- may- I- " The faitering voice grows strangely sby, But grandma pressea the little hand; "Yes, my dearie, I understand! "He may liave you, darling!" Not all in valu Bid grandma dream eh was a girl again! She gently twisted a shining curl; 'Ah, ine! the pUUosophy of a girl! "lake the world's treasures- its nobles!, best- Ajid love will outweigh all the rest!" An.i through tbe caeaüient the uioonlight cold Streama on two heads- one gray, one gold.