Buchanan County bulletin. [volume] (Independence, Iowa) 1869-1891, 1873-07-18


from the handsome though pale face.
She doesn't talk much, but simply
places her head on your shoulder,
and you seem to know instinctively
that she is crying. It is not bols-
ferrous grief; the tears come as gen.
tly as does the dew upon the roses
in tho garden beyond. There is n
new, strange light in the deep blue
eyes, half sad, half joyful. Some
how you feel wretched, and remorsc
seizes you as vigorously as it would
pirate. You have a choking sen,
sation in the throat, and come to
the conclusion that the best thing
for you to do is to go and drown
yourself in the horse pond.
After your wife goes to bed you
skulk to yonr own temporary
apartments. No one takes any
notice of you in the house. That
estimable lady who is partly rcspon-
siblc for your wifc's existence looks
Mt you as if you were on show in q
neurological cabinet, and she was
endcavoring to determine to what
order of fossils you belonged. The
room in which you camp has been
hastily fitted up for your reception.
It's full Of old boxes and barrels,
and you are continually falling over
the one and tumbling into the other.
Finally you drop off into sleep, to
be awakened about two o'clock in
the morning by a spectral figure
clad all in white, holding in it's
hand phantom lamp. Itturns out
to be your mother-in-law, and not
the ghost of some dead landlady,
come to collect little bill, as you
first imagined.
"And be quick about it too?"
This is shot after you as you jump
into the night from tho front door
step, after having put your clothes
on as if you were preparing for
some comic lightning change.
How you race along the street, run
ming the risk of being shot at for q
burglar by some sleepy, rural watch
man! And how you pull the dock.
tors bell, when that individuals
residence is at last reached! You
halloo up to him, when his night
capped head comes out of the win
dow, and feel dreadfully blue while
he is dressing. His buggy comes
round to the door in jiffy, and in a
little while you and he are at your
own home.
Then begins the reign ofmystcry.
There is much running to and fro,
and lamps roam over the house like
erratic firefics. Too nervous to
stay indoors, you take the porch
again, and light another cigar. In
a moment your wife sends for you.
I only want to kiss you, dear, and
have you kiss me-" How the mois-
ture comes to the eyes as you bend
over the pale, patient face, turned
up from the snowy pillow. You
kiss her, pat her cheek, and your
tears come raining down to mingle
with hers. Then you are hustled
out of the room and roam around
the house like a maniac.
An hour or so passes by, and the
doctor comes down stairs and finds
You in the back yard putting away
at cigar, which went out an hour
before. He extends his hand and
says, "Allow me to congratulate
you" You put your hand on his
shoulder, and whisper in his ear.
He puts his hand on your shoulder
and whispers in your ear. Then
you say "Bully," mayby execute a
limited hornpipc. lie gets in his
buggy and drives away. The time
comes when you are at last admit
ted. There is an elderly female
bustling about and occasionally
boiling something ona gas stove.
you recognize her as the nurse.
The windows are darkened. and on
a little stand arc the flowers you
sent in that morning. Their fra
GRANGE steals gratefully through the
room and then into your heart. You
never felt SO tender and poetic in
your life. On tip toe you approach
the bed. Your step is as noiscless
as the south wind signing through
the bowed lattice, but it is sufficient
to wake the sleeper. A quick flush
of pleasure comes to the white check,
and she beckons you to lean over.
There is one sweet little kiss, and
she whispers in your ear, 81 am so
happy" Then she turns down the
covcrlid, and you see small pink
and white face, hardly as big as
your hand. The movement wakes
it, and two chubby fists plow into
the eyes, and then "squarc away at
existence" 1t may even utter 4
shrill but plaintivc cry, and then
the nurse comes and takes it up,
while you. with bowed head, at the
bedside, thank God for the bliss he
has given you
Pretty chill!-happy mother!
ccstatic father! The radiance of
the honeymoon was glorious, bnt
this new star floods your life with
its divine rays, and seems to gild
all the coming time. Would that
it were always SO!
Arabian Horses
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