is best; and as we bid good-bye,
I'll add he did a better job than you'd have done--or I.

Welcome to thee! I shake thy hand,
New prexy of our well-known land.
May what we merit, and no less,
Descend to give us happiness!
May what we merit, and no more,
Descend on us in measured store!
Give us but peace when we shall earn
The right to such a rich return!
Give us but plenty when we show
That we deserve to have it so!

Mine ode is finished! Tut! It is a slight one,
But blame me not; I do as I am bid.
The editor of COLLIER'S said to write one--
And I did.

What the Copy Desk Might
Have Done to:

("Annabel Lee")

=SOUL BRIDE ODDLY DEAD
IN QUEER DEATH PACT=

=High-Born Kinsman Abducts
Girl from Poet-Lover--Flu
Said to Be Cause of Death--Grand
Jury to Probe=

Annabel L. Poe, of 1834-1/2 3rd
Av., the beautiful young fiancee
of Edmund Allyn Poe, a magazine
writer from the South, was found
dead early this morning on the beach
off E. 8th St.

Poe seemed prostrated and, questioned
by the police, said that one of her aristocratic
relatives had taken her to the
"seashore," but that the cold winds had
given her "flu," from which she never
"rallied."

Detectives at work on the case believe,
they say, that there was a suicide compact
between the Poes and that Poe
also intended to do away with himself.

He refused to leave the spot where the
woman's body had been found.

("Curfew Must Not Ring To-night")

=GIRL, HUMAN BELL-CLAPPER,
SAVES DOOMED LOVER'S LIFE=

=BRAVE ACT Of "BESSIE" SMITH
HALTS CURFEW FROM RINGING
AND MELTS CROMWELL'S
HEART=

(By Cable to _The Courier_)

HUDDERSFIELD, KENT, ENGLAND.--Jan.
15.--Swinging far out
above the city, "Bessie" Smith, the
young and beautiful fiancee of Basil
Underwood, a prisoner incarcerated in
the town jail, saved his life to-night.

The woman went to "Jack" Hemingway,
sexton of the First M. E. Church,
and asked him to refrain from ringing
the curfew bell last night, as Underwood's
execution had been set for the
hour when the bell was to ring. Hemingway
refused, alleging it to be his
duty to ring the bell.

With a quick step Miss Smith bounded
forward, sprang within the old church
door, left the old man threading slowly
paths which previously he had trodden,
and mounted up to the tower. Climbing
the dusty ladder in the dark, she is said
to have whispered:

"Curfew is not to ring this evenin