Cedar Falls gazette. [volume] (Cedar Falls, Iowa) 1860-1895, 1863-05-22
From the Golden Era.
STRATEGY; OR NM OWN STORY.

STRATEGY; OR NM OWN STORY.
BY woLL. ra.. ....
Indeed am most fortunate and most hap
by thus to have met, thus to have won the
affections of lady Of such rare beauty and
one who evidently has
Emusic In her sou" not such as finds appro-
pirate utterance in the worn out sentimen.
talism of by-gone age, but clear, full and
harmonious heart-music, gushing merrily
forth from an inexhaustable fountain OF
cheerfulness, like the spontaneous war blings
Of those sweet songsters who made the warm
March evenings mclodious with their deep
SQUADS Of joy, as they raa- -s s... BE-.
.s r. ~ Sit and sing
.,...... ..a t- BY the spring. %
OUT and in again--plumpi ken. .chug
and then solemnlstillness pervades the scene
"a stiffness like that which precedes the
popping of the question-or it may be a
champagne cork-a stiffness unbroken, save
by the distant baying of Caninus, as he runs
q tilt against pale Luna, empress of the
night" until leaving his muddy bed and
slowly emerging from his watery home, the
songster again scrambles out upon the messy
bank and pours forth his song Of gladncss in
welcome to returning Spring. III
THE SONG.
o, kung de nung de nung
o, peet weep wee
f Per boop, per boop te bung
DUN decide ee da dee.
(Rcpeat twenty. seven times in as many diff:
erent tones Of fvoice-then Da Capa.)
Thus mused !, as burdcned with spade
and pick sailed forth to my daily toll, early
on Monday morning in February '62, hav.
ing passed the preceding evening in company
with my "adored )" for verify thought that
in my Arabella Cypthiana Smithers had
Struck" the very being my fancy painted
How loved her, and how beautiful she
appeared to me How compared her cheeks
to all the pearly "shells of ocean" that ever
were stranded on sandy beach, and her
lips to all the rosebuds and cherries had
ever seen, and then was not satisfied, for in
my opinion, not the art of Titan nor the
eloquence of a Demosthenes could do Justice
to tho subject! But reader, well and truly
has the poet said, "Where ignorance is
bliss tits folly to be wise," and certainly my
ignorance, at that time of certain facts which
have since come to my knowledge, was most
blissful, and I would never have had the fol
Iy to be wise If could have had my way
about it: but the fates had otherwise decreed
and as Jupiter and are powerless against
them, had to submit. AS there is nothing
to gain by with holding these facts, NAV
as well give them now. They were briefly
these: ... r..... .....s .. ..-..r
Arabella didn't love me bit; all her aft
ections were twined about different object
she had another .talter! and was only
playing me for the tallest kind of Josh
and my chispas. s ~.. ..... .-.
But as have said, was in blissful igno.
rance Of all this, and so worked and whis
tied and sung right checrfully, and built
many castle in the air, all with special
reference to the future welfare Of my Arabel
Ia. ....
The next Sunday evening came, dark and
wintry; the snow and slect and driving rain
rushed fiercely past on the wings of the wind
which whistled down the canons and howl,
ed furiously through the mountain gorges as
though driven to madness by the lash of the
storm fend. But it was Sunday evening and
no war Of the elements could keep me from
passing it in the presence of the girl loved
so adorning myselfin gorgeous array, | went
forth into the storm and darkness and splosA!
Along the muddy trail passed, regardless
of the tempest and thinking only Of the loved
who was 50 soon to greet me.
As expected, | arrived at the home o
the Smithers after all the family had retired
for the night except Arabella, who was up
and waiting for me with her lamp trimmed
and burning; for she said she knew would
come. Dear, innocent, trusting heart!
Well we held sweet and perhaps silly con.
versaton together, as some people will -
we had discussed the little de;icacies had
purchased for the occasion she had gra
ciously accepted and admired the chispas
had found during the week and given her as
it was my custom or Sunday nights to do
until the old clock told the midnight hour
The wind still roared around the corners and
shrieked dismally through every crevcc, and
the great drops Of rain beat pitilessly against
the windows, q lonely Thomas Felinas walk.
ed in the outer darkness, making the gloomy
night ... ......,.-'..
"More horribly hideous
.....s 10 by outrageous caterwxuiing. s. .a
Caterwaung on the house top
On the roof-tree caterwauling" ...
But l felt that though storms might rage,
and danger lurk without, yet all was peace
ful and secure within. A bright fire Llazed
on the hearth, whose Pickering glow lighted