The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1871-07-27
GONE WITH A HANDsOmER MAN.
BY WILL NJ. CARLETON.
JOHN

JOHN.
I've worked IN the field all day, a-plowin the
I've scolded my team till I'm hearse; I've tramp
ed till my legs are weak; [hbs)
I've cnOked a dozen SwearS (SO'S not to tell Jane
When the plow-pint struck stone and the
handles punched my ribs.
I've put my team in the barn, and rubbed their
Two fed 'em heap OF hay and half a bushei of
ana TO see the way they eat makes me like eat
And Jane won't say tonight that don't make make
Well said the door is locked but here she's
wonder who's dyin or dead, that she's hustled
But here on the tables note, and probably this
Good God! my wife is gone my wife is gone
The letter it says, Goodbye, for am a-goi41g -i1
I've 1yed with you six months, John and so far
But I'm going away to-day with a handsomer hand @
A han ,somer man than mel Why, that amt
There's han 'somer men than me go past here
Ihere han somer men than mel amt of the
But lorin'er man than 1 was 1 Ruess she'll
Curse her! curse her! L say, and give my ours
May the words of love I've spoken be- ehsneed to
On! she hlled my heart with joy, she emptied
. my heart of doubt,
hearts blood out!
curse her. curse her! cay Il she'll some time
She'll some time learn that hate is a game ptS that
And long b before she dies she'll grieve she ever
And I'll plow her grave with hate and seed it
As sure as the world goes on, there'm come a
Will read the devilish heart of that han'somer.
ana there IL be time when he will find, as 9TH
ers do, with two,
That she who is false to one can be the same
And when her face grows pale, and when her
And when he is tired of her and she is tired of
She IL do what she ought to have done, and
coolly count the cost;
And then she ii see things clear, and know what
she has lost
And thoughts ID @ that are now asleep will wake up
And she will mourn and cry for what she has
AND maybe she'll sometimes long for me-for
I've botted it out of my heart, and win not
And yet in her girlish heart there was some
thin or other she had, lily bad :;
That fastened a man to her, and wasn't entire
ana she loVed me little, think, although it
But mustn't think of theze thfngs-i've buried PrisSi
I'll take my hard words back, or make bad
She'll nave trouble enough she shall my not fTse baSe
But L i've life SO square-and 1 well know
That she always will sorry be that sho went
with that han n'somer man.
All, here is her kitchen dress 1t makes my poor
1t seems when look at that, as If twas hoIdin;
And here are her week shoes, and there is
Her weekday hat
And yOnder her weddin' gown: / wonder she
didn't take that
Twas only this mornin' she came and called me
her dearest dear Ldise here
And said was maxim for her reg lar para
God It you want man to sense the pains Of
. neil, en- a spell
Before you pitch him in just keep him in heav-
Good byei wish that death had severed us
You've lost worshipper here-you'ye crushed
I'll worship no woman again; but guess III
learn to pray, [away
And kneel as you used to kneel before you ran
And if thought could bring my words on
And if l thought / had some little influence
would pray that might be, if it only could be
AS happy and as gay as was half an hour ago.
JANE (snterin0.
Why, John, what litter here! you've thrown
Come, what's the matter now and what We
you lost or found? [per, too,
And here's my father here waiting for sup
I've been riding with him-hes that "handson-
er man than YOU"
Ha ha Pa take seat while put the kettle
And get things ready for tea, and kiss my dear
Why John, you look so strange! Come, what
has crossed your track?
was only Joking, you know; I'm willing to
take it back.
JOHN aside.
Well, now, If this amt a joke, with rather
It seems as if I'd woke from a mighty ticltiish
And think she "smells rat" for she smiles at
hope she don't good Lordl hope th at .frg tbev
1t was one of her practical drivss-sb. tbougbt
I'd understand! fof tbt Iagd ~
But But I'll never break sod agair till get the lay
But one things settled witt me-to appreciate
IT'S well for man to b'aye Same fifteen minutes
-Hdrper's Weekly.