“Why,” he gasped, “isn’t this a Browning Club?”
“Certainly not.”
“And isn’t he reading one of the great master’s”—
“Great Scott, no! The Browning club is on the next floor.”
Then the sad eyed man arose and staggered thence, a hopeless, despairing look in his fathomless orbs.
——:o:——
One Word More.
(Written in a Gift-copy of “Parodies,” by a
Contributor to its pages.)
Take them, Chum, the book and me together;
Where the heart goes, let the art go also.