Doetry A Dagazine of Verse NOVEMBER, 1916 VOL. IX SNOW HE three stood listening to a fresh access ment, Gulped snow, and then blew free again—the Coles, Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep, Meserve was first to speak. He pointed backward And gone to sleep, she needn't wake to answer." Three times he barely stirred the bell, then listened. "Why, Lett, still up? Lett, I'm at Cole's. I'm late. I called you up to say good-night from here Before I went to say good-morning there. I thought I would . . . I know, but Lett-I know I could, but what's the sense? The rest won't be So bad . . Give me an hour for it . . . Ho ho, Three hours to here! But that was all up hill; The rest is down . . . Why no, no, not a wallow; He lingered for some word she wouldn't say, "I'll just see how the horses are." "Yes, do," Both the Coles said together. Mrs. Cole Added: "You can judge better after seeing. I want you here with me, Fred. Leave him here, I guess "I guess I know my way. I know where I can find my name Carved in the shed to tell me who I am "You tend your horses and come back. Fred Cole, you're going to let him!" Snow "Well, aren't you? How can you help yourself?" "I called him Brother. Why did I call him that?" "It's right enough. That's all you ever heard him called round here. "Christian enough I should call that myself. The dear knows. I detest the thought of him- I hate his wretched little Racker Sect, But that's not saying-Look, Fred Cole, it's twelve, "Don't let him Stick to him, Helen. Make him answer you. go. I should have thought, though, you could make him hear you." "What is he doing out a night like this? Why can't he stay at home?" "He had to preach." "It's no night to be out." "He may be small, He may be good, but one thing's sure, he's tough." "And strong of stale tobacco." "He'll pull through." "You only say so. Not another house Or shelter to put into from this place "Wait, and he may. Let's see what he will do. But then I doubt he's thinking of himself- "He shan't go there!" "It is a night, my dear." "One thing: he didn't drag God into it." "He don't consider it a case for God." "You think so, do you? You don't know the kind. He's getting up a miracle this minute. Privately, to himself, right now, he's thinking He'll make a case of it if he succeeds, But keep still if he fails." "Keep still all over. He'll be dead-dead and buried." "Such a trouble! Not but I've every reason not to care "Nonsense to that! You want to see him safe." "You like the runt." "Don't you a little?" I don't like what he's doing, which is what "Well, "Oh, yes you do. Snow |