I walked this morning. I’ll ride to-night—
In darkness my children take delight—
And I’ll see how my favorites thrive!’”
“Laddie!” Dallas’ cry was full of pity and entreaty. “I beg of you—stop!” He went over and touched the other’s arm.
“Listen, Dallas—
“The Devil he lit on the London pave
And he found his work done well.
For it ran so red from the slandered dead
That it blushed like the waves of hell!
Then loudly and wildly and long laughed he—