But ever after that, if any man had got the face To say Chinese wer yallow dogs, he’d better quit the place; For thar ain’t a name more holy held in Canyon Idlewild Than Charley Wong, the Chinaman, that saved Bill’s wife and child. * * * * * A horse fly eats whip crackers. * * * * * The Song of Camille Sitting alone by my window, Watching the moonlit street, Bending my head to listen, To the well-known sound of your feet I have been wondering darling How I can bear the pain, When I watch with sighs and tear-wet eyes, And wait for your coming in vain. For I know that the day approaches, When your heart will tire of me, When by door and gate I must watch and wait, For a form I shall not see. For the love that is now my heaven The kisses that make my life, You will bestow on another, And that other will be your wife. You will grow weary of sinning, Though you do not call it so You will long for a love that is purer Than the love that we two know, God knows I love you dearly With a passion strong as true, But you will grow tired and leave me Though I gave up all for you. I was pure as the morning When I first looked on your face, I knew I could never reach you In your high exalted place, But I looked and loved and worshipped As a flower might worship a star And your eyes shown down upon me And you seemed so far, so far. And then? Well then you loved me Loved me with all your heart, But we could not stand at the altar We were so far apart. If a star should wed with a flower, The star must drop from the sky Or the flower in trying to reach it Would droop on its stem and die. But you said that you loved me darling, And swore by the heavens above That the Lord and all of his Angels Would sanction and bless our love, And I? I was weak, not wicked, My love was as pure as true, And sin itself seemed a virtue, If only shared by you. We have been happy together, Though under the cloud of sin But I know that the day approaches When my chastening must begin, You seem to think kindly of me But you seem downhearted and blue, But you will not always be And I think I had better leave you. I know my beauty is fading, Sin furrows the fairest brow, And I know your heart will weary, Of the face you smile on now. You will take a bride on your bosom, After you turn from me, You will sit with your wife in the moon-light And hold your babe on your knee. Oh! God I could not bear it, I would my brain I know, And while you love me dearly, I think I had better go. It is sweeter to feel my darling And know as I fall asleep That some would mourn me and miss me That someone was left to weep.