GABLE HOLLOWlt;By John B. Cable)adsdsuienn•nI'SiCLoienl11ids,u-inc-e-gelieidSOeelitsk-Yos ('.ihle Hollow vv;ib my home, mid glad 1 am (.0 speak the liulli*Yes heie my birth-rigiiL was announced. and here 1 spent the days of youUt;And here 1 saw the sunbeam fair, and loved me dawn.:.*; oi the day,With buds, alid blossoms which unite to cheer the happy month of May.That valley seems as sacred ground; our parents; brothers sisters tooWent fortli in early morn to toil; to touch the pearls; the morning dew;The sun streamed clown from o'er the hill, with littlo threads of gold to tollThat wo were stitching up the suits, for future life, alid verywell.Wo could not see the railroad trains; the little brook we saw instead;It gurgled down quite near our door;itfl UUlt lit*!* 1I see those busy schools today, although the home and fish aregone,Yet 1 can picture very clear, the jolly plays about the lawn.Our Fouto joined in the play. the sweet Canary sang the songsFor which again the heart may ache; fbr which again the traveler longs;But all in vatu; the creek is dry; the trees are cut from off the hill,And something to that happy feast, has seemed to say, be still, bestill.The stars are beaming down tonight, as if to seek the long ago;As if to find the knowing face; but far from there they have to go;Yet memory takes me back again, to chisel on a rock my nameThat I may see should I return, that this at. least is still the same.Warren, Pa.,September 17, 1918.