The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-07-21
Gone With n HandsOmer Man.
by WILL NJ. CARLETON.
JOHN.


I've worked in the field all day. a plowin the
I've seolded my team till I'm hoarse; I've
tramped Till my legs are weak;
I've chOked a dozen sWears (sO's not TO tell Jane
fbs
When the pillow pint struck "A stone and the han
dies punched my ribs.
I've put my team in the barn, and rubbed their
sweaty coats;
I've fed EN- heap of hay and half bushel of
And to see the way they eat makes me like eatin'
feel.
And Jane won't say tonight that don't make
out Il meal.
Well sal the door is locked! but here she's1eft
the key,
Under the step, in a place known only TO her and
me
wonder who's dyn' or dead, that she's hustled
off ll-mcll,
But here on the tables note, and probably this
will tell.
Good God my wife is gone! my wife is gone
The letter it says, "Good-by. for I'm a-going
I've lived with you six months, John, and so far
I've been true;
But I'm going away to-day with a handsomer
man than YOU
A han'somcr man than me! Why, that amt
much to say;
There's han'so men than me go past here
There's handsome men than mel amt of the
hansomc kind;
But ioUiH'cr man than was ] guess she III never
find
Curse. her! curse her say, and give my curses
May the word: of love I've spoke be changed to
scorpion Stings
Oh, she filled my, heart with JOY, she emptied my
heart of doubt,
And now with a scratch of pen, she lets my
hearts blood out!
Curse her curse her say | she'll some time
rue this day;
She'll some time learn that hate is game that
And long before she dies she'll grcve she ever
born;
And I'll pillow her grave with hate. and seed it
down to scorn!
As sure as the world goes on, there'll come time
viii read the devilish heart of that han'somer
man than me;
And thcrerl be "A time when he will find, as
That She who is false to one can be the same with
two.
And when her face grows pale, and when her
eyes grow dim,
And when he is tired of her and she is tired of
She'll do %hat she ought to have done and coolly
count the cost;
And then she'll sec things clear, and know what
she has lost.
And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up
i'm her mind;
And she will mourn and cry for what she has left
And maybe she'll sometimes long for me-for me
I've blotted her out Of my heart, and will not
have II so.
And yet in her eirlish heart there was somethin'
or other she had
That fastened man to her. and wasn't entirely
bad;
And sho loved me little 1 think, although it
But / mustn't think of these things-Ive buried
EN- IN the past.
I'll take my hard words back noe make bad
She'll have trouble enough; she shall not have
But 1'll live a life so square-and l well know
that can
That She always will sorry be that she went with
that han Somer man.
An, here is her kitchen dress it makes my poor
eyes blur:
1t secms, when look at that as if twas holdn'
her.
And here are her weekday shoes, and there is
her week day hat
And yondcr's her weidin' gown: l wonder she
didn't take that.
Twas only this mornin' she came and called me
her " dearest dear"
And said l was maxim for her a regular paradise
here:
0 God if you want a man to sense the pains Of
hell.
Before you pitch him in just keep him in heaven
spell
Good-by! wish that Death had severed us two
You've lost worshipcr hcre-you'vc crushed a
I'll worship no woman again but guess I'll
learn to pray,
And knccl as Vou used to knecl before you run
away.
And if I thought l could bring my words on
And if l thought l had some little influence
there,
would pray that I might be- if it only could
As happy and gay as was a half an hour ago.
JANE (cateriu9)
Why. John what n litter here! you've thrown
things all around
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's that hand
sOmer man than you"
Ha! ha Pa take a seat while I put the ket-
tie on,
And get things ready for tea, and kiss my dear
old John.
Why John you look so strange Come, what
has crossed your track?
| was only a-joking, you know; I'm willing to
take it back.
JOHN (aside).
Well now, il this amt joke, with rather a
bitter cream
1t seems as if I'd woke from a mighty ticklsh
dream
And think she smells a rat :" for she smiles at
me so queer;
l hope she don't; good Lord hope that they
didn't hear
Twas. one of her practical drives-she thought
I'd understands;
But II never break sod again till / get the lay
Of the land.
But one things settled with me-to appreciate
heaven well,
IT'S good for a man TO have some fifteen minutes
Of hell. -Hrpcr's Weekly.
PUT TO THEIR TRUMPS.
BY =. II. NORTON.
rE...n ...l1han MON cot ON The ninzzn oE