The Rock Island daily Argus. [volume] (Rock Island, Ill.) 1872-1873, 1873-12-01

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wots that you're readin'i-A novel; mover
You q man grosn and bearded and histin' sneh B
s,rT Sbopt rai. and their sweetheartsl No won
esI yoa e s two 6undrsd-and never read
In my HE. IT
THAT. nv opinion O. novels. And ez to their lynn
s rH Snionsed to the Jsdges daughter-the Jedge
On .sSount Of Ss lungs and the mountains and the
halsam o. pine and mr.; ..A.,I
Ana Ma daughter-well, she read novels, and thsts
WHAT'S the matter with her,
Yet she was sweet on the ledge, and stuck by him
AloSS ' IN The cabin up ysr-tin she grew like
ghost, oil white
She wus only slip Of thing light and eE up and
Es IDS Ss smoke blown through the woods, but she
wasn't my hnd-no way
speasin o gals, aye mind that house ez you rise
A mile and half from whites, and iist above Mat
You dSi We'll now thar's gall what,yOu saw her
She was only bedeviiiii YOU boys, for to me she
don't cotton one bit.
Now she's what call q gal-ez pretty and plump
Teeth sz white su hounds and they'd go through
Ryes that KIN snap like a cap so she asked to
know 'whar was hidf'
She ulnt " ltt llnI 1Ae utT sass AoA HAN fN~AN-
AKaty-did.
But what was l talking Of'-oi the Jedge and bis
Novels the whole day long, and reckon she read
And sometimes she read them ont loud to the Jedge
And twas how Lord Augustus" said sand how
LADY Blanche" she said that,
But the sckes, Of all that heerd, was yarn the
Observation-Disclosures by name and hunter ehocl
full o. the grvenest o sap 49,,
And they asked me to hear but says, Miss MADE
When IKE. 1 I'm Sling my own and tibet ehal
aud shouldn't agrse'
Yet somehow-orother she was always Nyin'
brought her TO mind ,, =,
or folks about whom she had read, or suthin d
And thar wsrl no end o the names that she CIV
me thct summer up here, a..
robin Hood Misunderstanding" "Rob Roy,
U, tell you the eritter was queer
Ard yet ef she hadn't been spilled, she harr
lees enough In her way.
She could iabber in French to her dad and they sa
that she knew how to play
And she worked mo that -hot-pouch up thar
which the man doesn't live e1 kin use,
And shppens-you see 'em down yer-ez would ei
die an inlin's pappoose.
Yet along o. them novels, you see, she was vast
And then sse cot shiy' with her tongue, and at 1
And whenever happened around, her face it v
And &c wsrn't until she left that she give me ez mt
ca look.
And this was the way Il was. 1t was night wh'
To say 70 'em all good bye, for reckoned TO
Al "-un.up" the day they left. So shook 'em
round by the hand,
'Cept Mabel, and She was sick, 20 they give m'
understand
Bat iist 90 passed the house next mornini
AU asYnN
Like little waver o mist, got up on the hill '
Miss Mabel liz was, alone-all wrapped in ma
o. lace
And she stood there straight In the road, wi
touch % the sun IN her face.
And che looked me right in the eyed seen su
when hunted wounded doe to the edge o
Clear Lake shore,
And had my knee on its neck, and was ist ra
my knife
whept g,e me a look Ike that and-well, 1t
Oh Withits life.
We are going to-day said she. land thong
To you IN your own house, Luke-these woods
the bright blue skyi
You've always been kind to us, Luke, and papa
As good a. the air he brcathes, and wholesom
Laurel Tree Hill
And well always think Of you, Luke, as the t
We could not take away;
The bhsam that dwells IN the woods, the rair
that lives In the spray
And yUu'l sometimes think Of ne, Luke, A.
know you once used "a say,
rine smoke blown through the woods, mon
bat never TO stay"
And then we shook hands She turned, bat a
dent she totterrd and fell,
And caught her sharp by the waist and held
mlnlt-well,
1t wa. only a mint, you know, that ez cold ar
white she lay
Ez a snow Make here on my breast, and then
she melted away
And wns gone And thar are her books:
SAYS not any for me,
Good enough may be for some, bat them
mightn't agree.
They spilled decent gal ez might have made
chap wife,
And look At mel--clar two hundred-aud
read one In my lucl