Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1872-06-12
No valentine ever VIII come to me,
Hi, no! Hi, no Hi-did-dle-tyi HoI
For I am poor little nobod-ee,
Hi hot Hi no Hi-di7-dle-tyi HO ~


HI, no! Hi, no! H-did-dle-ty! Ho!"
Il was a very mild and beautiful
February, and the air was so soft and
pleasant Just about Valentines Day,
that abe would leave the front-dool
open a little, and so her song did not
stay altogether in the house. To be
sure her voice was not very loud, and
the words Of her song scarcely ever
went further than the garden, but the
HI, no! Hi, no, Hi-did-dle tie, Ho
used to go way off among the trees, and
( sometimes over the fence into the paat-
IRE where the sheep came in summer
time. In the garden close to the path
which led to the frOnt-door, there was a
little crocus, and it was all covered up
in the ground, but it wasn't very deep
down. There was just a thin sod over
it. And every day it nsed to hear the
girl sing the same song over and over
and over again. So, after a while it
began to get tired of it, Even a crocus
will get tired of the one thing over and
over again, no matter how nice it is.
And this song wasn't so very nice in
itself. It might have been improved if
the girl had had better tune to it, and
sung it better, but she did not know
much about music. So it was no won
der the crocus became a little restless
on account of the monotony of the
thing, and it said to itself. "I wish
that girl knew some other song. For
few DAYS [ might stand the one she
does know, but no one can tell how
long it may last And yet [ pity her,
too. I have no doubt it is all true
Where Is she to get a Valentine? Sup
pose, now, that [ were to come up and
blossom and be her Valentine But 1t
is almost to early for that. And yet it
must be quite warm and pleasant above
there. I can feel the warm air coming
down among the roots of the grass. [
have a great mind to do it, I shall make
the girl happy, and if it does get cold
after few days and freeze me to death,
there viii be an end to that dolefuI
song at any rate. !"
So the GrOcus, he came up on Yalen-
tines eve, and he blOssOmed out bright
and yellow and beautiful, right by the
side of the path that led to the 'front.'
door And when the girl sat down to
her sewing on Valentines Day, and
commeLoe to sing her song, which she
sang more dOlefUlly than ever, now that
the holiday had really come, she looked
out Of the window and there was the
1oyeliest crocus in all the world, shin
ing yellow and beautiful out there in
the sun. She dropped her sewing down
on the floor and rushed out, and fell
down upon her knees, close by the
flower. She knew justswhat it was. She
had q feeling which told her every
thing. The crOcus knew she should
have it And she said, &" 0 you lovely
Valentine There never was such a
beautiful Valentine, and you're mine, [
know! ali mine !" And she bowed
down her head, and she touched the
crocus with her lips, and clasped her
hands, and her eyes glistened more
brightly than the yiolets that were 60
ing to come up, after a while.
The Crocus was very happy, but he
trembled little, and he SAID to him
self, 'It's all charming indeed, but [
hope she won't pick me. If there is
anything IN this world that [ should
dislike Just now, it would be to be
picked" . A
But the girl never dreamed of picking
nm. She knew 1t was too early for
crocUses, and so she went and got a pot
and she took him up carefully, round
root and all, with ever so much earth.
and she planted him in the pot, and
never was such a happy girl Or so
beautiful Valentinel What were cut
paper, and silk and satin, and wonder
fully-painted Cupids and roses, to her
yellow crocus2 She put him in the
window, where the warm sun shone on
him, and she sang to him, over and
over again: ......
The best of all Valentines came to me,
Hi, hol Hi, no! Hi-did- dle-ty! Ho!
And now am sure I somebod-ee,
Hi, no; Hi, no Hi-did-dIe-tyi Hol"
And the Crocus, he stood there in
the sun and enjoyed it very much. And
yet 1t was pretty much the same old
song, and exactly the same old tune.
Bat now it seemed very different to
him, someway or other.