Whose monolithic mystery
A curious power concealed.

RUBY ARCHER,
in _Los Angeles Times._



JULY 6.


FATE AND I.

"Thine the fault, not mine," I cried.
Brooding bitterly,
And Fate looked grim and once again
Closed in and grappled me.
"Mine, not thine, the fault," I said,
Discerning verity,
And Fate arose and clasped my hand
And made a man of me.

HAROLD S. SYMMES,
in _The American Magazine, April_, 1909.



JULY 7.