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 Little he dreamed of this dreary Now, Or that ever he should stand With the pistol-muzzle at her brow, The trigger in his hand!

They kissed—they clung in a last embrace, They prayed a last deep prayer— Then proudly she raised her tearful face, And——a corse lay shuddering there!

He stooped, his love's soft eyes to close, He smoothed the bright brown hair, Smiled on the crowd of baffled foes, Then, scattered his brains in air.

THE END

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