THE STORM.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 28 April 1916, Page 3

THE STORM.

« ! (By WALT MASON.) | I lie in bed and hear tin- .-t-orin j cavorting on its path, and I secure and j filing and warm, can langli to scorn its wroth. Tlii* snow is drifting "H j tho ground, the tall trees head and _ shake, the wind is shrieking like a hound that has the stomachache. Tho pipes are freezing ill the sink, ami in the bathroom, too. ond in th;> morn ' the plum I>i n<x gink will have to fix :> few. 'Tis pleasant, sure, to lie in • bod and hear th-> teiiipe-t roar, to ; hear it wailiii'i ovchead. ond poun 1 in?; at- the door ; to know the cellar s j full of coal, the 1"rcl r s'nrkod wit'! bread: so lot the Mack m>vtli-W" - fct«»r , roil —you do eot e.ire "a nd. o' l laboured when the si'jns wore ri'ilu. with saw or axe o l ' p' null, you iiro - :- i "lit your wages I.ore at ni'_r l it. airi j gnvv them to the Iran; she put the money safe away, with moth-rial is j twixt the hills, <uul now when simiu j fiends are at play, your breast with rapture thrills. Oh, happy is the man who saves his coin on sunny days; then when the weather misbehaves, a , whoop-la. he can raise. j •■ntrrmTTOTWP or* Anr i