The Poetry Corner

Bewildering Emotions

By James Whitcomb Riley

The merriment that followed was subdued - As though the story-teller's attitude Were dual, in a sense, appealing quite As much to sorrow as to mere delight, According, haply, to the listener's bent Either of sad or merry temperament. - "And of your two appeals I much prefer The pathos," said "The Noted Traveler," - "For should I live to twice my present years, I know I could not quite forget the tears That child-eyes bleed, the little palms nailed wide, And quivering soul and body crucified.... But, bless 'em! there are no such children here To-night, thank God! - Come here to me, my dear!" He said to little Alex, in a tone So winning that the sound of it alone Had drawn a child more lothful to his knee: - "And, now-sir, I'll agree if you'll agree, - You tell us all a story, and then I Will tell one." "But I can't." "Well, can't you try?" "Yes, Mister: he kin tell one. Alex, tell The one, you know, 'at you made up so well, About the Bear. He allus tells that one," Said Bud, - "He gits it mixed some 'bout the gun An' ax the Little Boy had, an' apples, too." - Then Uncle Mart said - "There, now! that'll do! - Let Alex tell his story his own way!" And Alex, prompted thus, without delay Began.