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By the Light of the Moon [For "The Weekly Times Annual"] [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1915
[For "The Weekly Times Annual"] l_J l-'LAKE HARRTSON had been attacking his wood pile and straightened himself, resting for a moment, when the sound of galloping hoofs made r—j—] him wheel swiftly. Someone was riding for his place at a gal lop, leaning forward in the saddle. He gave an exclamation, and began to run forward when he saw it was Agnes Loveil who was urging the horse along. "Good Lord, you! What's up?" he shouted, when she was within hailing distance. "Trouble," she said laconically, as she drew level, and her horse's sob bing breaths bore witness to the length of the ride. "Get your horse, and I'll tell you as we go along. Jim says to make for the Campbells; the blacks are going to lie busy tonight. They've got poor old Harry at the Bend already!" "You haven't come straight from your place alone?" "Jim was with me to the five-mile crossing. He's gone to the Downs; we're scared she may have been left alone. T-Te hadn't time to come here, too, so I did! Jim said you'd wan...
Exiled [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1915
Exiled T HEAR the city's clamor, ■y' I watch the surging stream, «I. But all its pristine glamor ' Seems like a vanished dream. I've learned to loathe the bustle Of crowded streets and quays— Oh! for the night wind's rustle Amongst the brooding trees! The great town, looming distant, My pulses used to stir; Its siren-song insistent Was as ambition's spur; So for its far, grey portal I left the country's green, The blue of hills immortal, The valley's verdant sheen. And now, bereft of glamor, I linger sad at heart, Within my ears the clamor Of factory and mart. Out there black swallows hover, The earth is richly green, Bird lover calls to lover Beneath a sky serene. While here amidst the riot, Through all the noisy hours, My thoughts turn to that quiet Demesne of trees and flowers, Where mountain peaks ascended— Blue-robed, majestic, proud— To pierce a fleecy, splendid Metropolis of cloud. I yearn once more to render My homage to the trees; And hark to anthems tender Borne earthward ...
Echo-Heart [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1915
Echo Heart T~>'13RF, as the embers' dying1 gleam, 1 r Betrays the fading fire ® In heart and hearth, I sit and 1 dream Of the ending of desire. 1 still recall your tender eyes, Your kiss, when, long ago, Your lips, made mute by love's sur prise, Forgot to whisper "No!" Upon your neck the kisses burned That now in sighs expire; For we the dreary truth have learned That even kisses tire. Our hearts upon our lips, we strove, And all our souls we lent To hear the twofold tune of love From out the silence blent. What though that silence would not break? At least we knew its spell, And count it, for the lost hope's sake Our heaven out of hell. . . Dear loyal heart! Dear joyous eyes! Dear loving lips I knew— The voice of their renouncement cries For solace and-—for you! Melbourne. GEOFFREY GRAY.
Summer [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1915
Summer f*>AR stubble fields flash'd yellow on the hills; A In gardens, lit with blaze of marigold. The hot air drows'd 'neath perfumed opiate, Oppress'd with orange and magnolia bloom; While faint, illusive scent of salvias Yielded their dole as Nature's anti dote. Straight down from heav'n the Sun God shot his rays, And ail my pulses, like redundant Earth's, Were fi 1 I'd and thrilling with his ardent life— High noon was rioting among the flowers! Noon pass'd. Athwart the gardens glanced the Sun, Shadows stole out, and crept among the trees. A swallow and his mate went by— Southward They Hew, and 'cross the sky a cloud veil drew While Ieap'd the East wind to the Bay's smooth breast. And all my garden's roses shivered then As fell the distant cawing of a crow; Shrill crickets vented their protesting cry, And ceasing, Night's breath wandered o'er my hair. Startled, I turned—the Summer was gone by! Geelong. M. B. PAT ON.
With the Guns at Charleroi (An Incident of the War, as told by a Special Correspondent.) [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1915
With the Guns at Charleroi (An Incident of the War, as told by a Special Correspondent.) I T was told on board a troop train (In an hour of little joy)— We were bringing in the wounded From the fight at Charleroi. 'Faith 'twas a day of death and drouth With little to atone, The blind black cannon's blistered mouth Spat Hell's own mad cyclone, And the rifles bit like beaks of birds That flayed us to the bone. A British battery held the hill Against the German fire, All day Death on the shrapnel's shrill Ran like a singing wire, Till to the spent survivors came The order to retire. "Fall back!" Their leader's muffled shout Rang faint above the fray; To lead the ragged remnant out There was no drum that day, For underneath 2's offside wheel The little drummer lay. 'Twas here life's wasted ebb dripped slow Where broke the war-wave dun, 'Twas here the leaden hail of woe Wrought vengeance of the Hun, And a gallant two of all her crew Were left to serve the gun. Aye, here life's sluggish e...
DREAMS [For "The Weekly Times Annual"] [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1915
•-> ./9liceC.T3i7?J).oll >TH£R"S dearest wish was realised. I was engaged to Gerald Annon. one of the most eligible partis of the season. In less than two months we were to be married. Yet the nearer the 14th of November, the date arranged for the wedding, approached, the more unsatisfied I became. At the beginning of things Gerald, in my young eyes, seemed so great, so splendid, in his masterful manhood that T felt powerless to resist him: but. though he was very good to me in his big. matter-of-fact, man's way, I felt, soon after our engagement was an established fact, that that way was leaving me hungry for those foolish, precious "little things" which are so necessary to the happiness of most women. I was proud of his work as one of the most prominent and sought-after lawyers of the present day; but at times I hated it, dreading that some day it would obsess him to the exclu sion of myself. Though in reality only seven or eight years older than I, he seemed old, so old, at...
With His Own Petard [For "The Weekly Times Annual"] [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1915
— n—i =n=n- n ■ □ _■■■. : ■■■ □ u——u LI LI" E0==3=0; )o)R Petard W 4 By D. H. SOUTEFk [Kor "The Weekly Times Annual"] B&lt; :>B Aoooooooo^ lil5!!L had been no actual announce Tment of the Pro fessor's impending m a r r i a g e, but rumors were rife. Colonel Dew bury first heard of it n't ^OOOOOOOoL Hle c'ub V V Dacey asked him "If H&lt;1 >B he had heard any thing of the old fule of a Purfessor goin' to be married to an American wumman?" The Colonel hadn't. "Huh, be all accounts it's true; the dogs have been barkin' it this last couple o' months. As me own wife was sayin', it's up to somebody to do somethin'." "It is," said the Colonel, setting his glass on the table with a bang. "It sure is," agreed Dacey; "but who's goin' to do it?" "Since in a measure the honor of my country has been involved, I am!" Without further parley Colonel Dew bury started in on the job. * * * * From the dawn of time men have sacrificed themselves at the altar of their country, and fa...
Square Deal [For "The Weekly Times Annual"] [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1916
^cjucirc: «// By D. H. SOUTER " ^P== [For "The Weekly Times Annual"] Go on, Milly, be a sport; it's for your good as well as I mine. As soon as I'm col- : + lecting three of the best every Friday* you'll be Mrs Conroy." Milly pounded her typewriter im passively. • "You might as well," he urged. "Old Squaredeal never refuses you anything." "Perhaps, and, again, perhaps not. Anyhow, I'll admit there are some things he wouldn't refuse me, because I'd never ask him for them, and rais ing your screw is one of them. And what's more, I'd be obliged if you'd talk more respectfully of my boss, even if he is your uncle; and, while you're at it, will you please get off my table and let me get on with my work." With a sigh and a smile, neither of them hopeless, Frank Conroy turned to his desk as his uncle's step sounded in the lobby, and the man himself pushed the door open and walked into the office. Fat, fifty and fairly prosperous, "Squaredeal" was still a bachelor. Financial ex pert he call...
Advertising [Newspaper Article] — Weekly Times Annual — 4 November 1916
^ State Savings Bank of Victoria I Guaranteed by the Government of Victoria Deposits received from One Shil ling' to One Thousand Pounds. Interest at the rate ol" '&y, per cent allowed on sums from £1 to £350. Depositors may also purchase Deposit Stock, bearing- Interest at 8 V-i Per cent., in sums from £10 to £1000, in addition to having an or dinary account bearing interest up to £350. Deposits in the State Savings Bank now exceed TWENTY-SIX MILLION POUNDS. Reserve Fund £500,000 Depositors may deposit or with draw on demand at any Branch or Agency in Victoria. Money is payable also at any State Savings Bank in Australia: also in the. United Kingdom and New Zealand. Soldiers may operate accounts in London. Alexandria, Cairo and Malta. A Safe Deposit Department for the exclusive use of depositors is established for the safe custody of valuables. Locked boxes and sealed packets containing deeds, wills, policies, and other valuable docu ments may be deposited at Head Ollice an...