Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-07-28
Selected Miscellany.
GONE WITH A HANDsoNER MAN
rr W. NJ. CARLETON.

I've worked ln tho field all day, a.plowln' the
I've scolded my team lin I'm hoarse; I've tramped
- tlll my legs are weak
I've chqked dozen swears po's not to tell Jane
whentbc plow-pint struck stone and the handles
punched my ribs.
I've putmy team In the barn, and rubbed their
I've fed 'cm heap of hay and half bushel Of
oats;
And TO see tho way they cat makes me like estiu'
feel,
And Jane won't say tonight that 1 don't make out
neal
We'll said the door is licked but there she's left
the key,
Under the step, in place known only to her and
me;
Iwondsr who's dyin' or dead, that she's hustled
But here on the tables Go,e, and probably this
will tell.
Good Godl my wife is gone my wife ls gone
astrayl
The letter ii says "Good by for I'm a-going away; /;
I've llVed with you six months John, and so far |
have been true
But am going awey to-day with a handsomer
man than YOU"
Ahansomer man than me Why, that amt much
to say;
There's han'somer men than me go past here every
day.
y There's han'somer men than mel Amt of the
But toola'er.man than was guess she'll never
Curse herl curse herl Isay snd give my curses
May the words of love I've spoke bo changed to
oh, she hlled my heart with Joy she emptied my
heart of doubt,
And now with a scratch of a pen, she lets my
hearts blood outl
Curse herl curse hori say 1, she'll sometime rue
She'll come to learn that hate Is game that two
And long before she dies she'll grove sho ever was
born;
And III plow her grave with hate, and seed 1t
AS sure as the world goes on, thereIl come time
when she
Will read thegdeveish heart of that han'somor man
than me;
And theroll be time when he will and as Others
That she who is false to one can be the same with
two.
And when her face grows ps!e, and when her eyes
grow dim,
Aud when he is tired of her and che Is tired of him
She'll do what she ought to have done, aud coolly
And then she'll sec things clear, and know what
she has lost.
And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up in
her mind
And she will mourn and cry for what she has left
behind
AND may be she will sometimes long for me-for
I've blotted her out of my heart, and 1 will not
have it so.
And yet in ner grish heart there was somctbin' or
other she had
That fastened man to her, and wasn't entirely
And she loved me little think, although it didn't
last;
But mustn't think of these things-Tye buried 'em
in the past.
I'll take my hard words back, nor make a bad mat
She'll have trouble enough; she shall not have
my curse;
But III live aiife so square-and well know
that can
That she always will sorry be that she went with
that han'sOmer man.
All, here is her kitchen dress it makes my poo
eyes blur;
1t seems when look at that, as IL twas holdin'
her.
And here are her weekday shoes, and thsre is
her weekday hat,
And yonders her weddin' gown; 1 wonder lshe
didn't take that.
Twas only this mornin' she came and called me
her dearest dear"
And said L was maxim for her regular paradise
here.
O Godi if you want man to sense tie pains of
hell,
Before you pitch him in just keep him in Heaven a
spell.
Good-byi wish that death had severed us two
You've lost worshiper here-you've crushed a
lovin' heart.
I'll worship no woman again; but guess I'll
learn To pay.
And kneeI as jon used to kneel before you run
away.
And If Thought could bring my words on heaven
to bear,
And If | thought had some little influence there
Iwould pray that might be, if it only could be
so,
AS happy and gay as was half an hour ago.
Why, John, what litter here you've thrown
things all aroundl
Come, what's the matter now? and what we you
lost or found?
And here's my father here, awaiting for supper
too;
I've been a riding with him-he' 8 that ''handsomer
man than you"
Hal hal Pa, take seat, while put the kettle on,
And get things ready for tea and ks my dear old
John.
Why, John, you look so strangel Come, what has
crossed your track?
was only ajOking, you know; I'm willing to
take it back.
JOHN (qside)
Well now, If this ainr joke, with rather bitter
creaml
, 1t seems as if I'd woke from mighty tlcklish
dream;
Aud think She "smells raj" for che smiles at
me queer;
IhOpa, she don't; good Lordl hope that they
Twas one of her practical drives-she thoughtrd
understand!
But I'll break sod again till get the lay of
the land;
But one things settled with me-to appreciate
heaven we'll,
'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes
of hell