The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1871-07-27
Selected Miscellany.
GONE WITH A HANDSONER NAN
BIZ w. N. CARLETON.

I've worked in the field all day, a-plewin' the
I've scolded my till I'm hoarse; I've tramped
till my legs are weak;
I've ehoked dozen swear. SOS not to =, ,..
fbsI oil 'sue
when the plow- pint struck a sto~
punched my ribs. &c 0ho LIS handles
swesty c. - the barn, and rubbed their
''' en- hesp OF hay and half bushel Of
Ind @ see the way they eat makes me like eatin,
And Jane won't say O-nght that don't make ou.
meal
Well said the door lie locked, but there she's left
the key, "
Under The step, in place known only to her and
wonder who's dyin' or dead, that she's hustled
off pell-melI;
But here , on the tables note, and probably this
will tell.
Good God my wife is gone! my wife is gone
The letter 1t says, GOOD by for I'm a-going away;
I've lived with you six months, John, and far
have been true;
But am going away to-day with a hsndsomer
man than you
Ahan'somer man than me- Why, that amt much
There's han 'somer men than me go past here every
There. hansomer men than mel amt of the
Bnta Lortn'er man than was guess she'll never
fnd
Curse her curse herl say, and give my curses
May tne words Of owe I've spoke be changed to
scorpion st age
Oh she I filed d N heart with 10y she empted my
And now wi scratch of a pen, she lets my
AeaI' blood out!
Cure f1er, curse her! say /, she'll sometime rue
ca, this day
She'll come to learn that hate Is a game that two
can play,
lnd long before she des she'll grieve she ever was
horn;
down TO scorni
Az sure az the world goes on, there'n come time
Will read herdevelish heart of that han somer man
than mel
And therell be a time when he will find, as Others
That she who is false to one can be the same with
two.
And when her face grows pale, aud when her eyes
grow dim,
And wn.n he il tired of her and she Is tired Of him
She'll do what she ought TO have done, and cooly
count the cost;
And then she things clear, aud know what
she has lost.
And thoughts that 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
me-but mol
I've blotted her out of my heart, and will not
have it
And yet in ner girish heart there was somethin' or
other size had
That fastened to her, and wasn't entirely
bad;
And she loved a little think, although It didn't
last:
Bat mustn't think of these thiugs-Tve buried EN-
IN the past.
I'll take my hard words back, nor make bad mat
She'll have trouble enough; she shall not have
my curse:
But III live life go square-and l well know
that Can
That she always will sorry be that she went with
that nan nsomer man.
All, here is her kitchen dress! il makes my poo
eyes blur;
II seems, wien look at that, as If twas holdin'
her
And here are her weekday shoes and there is
And yonder's her weddin' gown; l wonder lshe
didn't take that
Twas only this mornin' she came and called me
her dearest dear"
And said wa makil' for her regular paradise
o God If you want man to sense the pains of
hell,
Before you pitch him in just keep him in heaven
spell.
GOOD dby wish that death had severed us two
apart,
You've lost worshiper here-you'ye crushed a
loviu' heart.
III worship woman again; but guess I'll
learn t. pray,
And kneel as you used TO kneel before you run
away.
And If Thought could brirg my words on heaven
And IL thought had some little influence there,
would pray that might be, if it only could be
As happy and gay / was half an hour ago.
JANE (ratfring),
Why, John, what litter heral you've thrown
Thugs 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 . riding with him-he's that 'handsomer
man than you"
Tia! hai Pa, take seat, while put the kettle on,
And get things ready for tea and my dear old
John.
Why, John, you look so strange! Come, what has
crossed yonr track?
was only s,joking. you know; I'm willing to
take it back.
JOHN (gside)
Well, now, If this aj',r joke, with rather bitter
Creaml
II seems as If I'd woke from mighty tickish
dream;
And think she "smes rat - for she smiles a
me 50 queer,
! hope she don't; good Lordl / hope that tn
didn't hear
Twas one of her practical drives she thoughtrd
under tand
b.. I'll never break sod again till get the lay of
the land;
But one things settled with me-to appreciate
heaven well,
'Tis good for man to have some fifteen minutes
Of hell.
-HarDf}'E WtsEIy.