The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1874-05-09
WILLIAM AND SUSAN.
4 Very Mournful Texas Ballad, "Run in" for
Convenience.

Very Mournful Texas Ballad, Run in" for
Convenience.
Susan Brown and William Brady, lovers in
the Lone Star State, one calm night, all snuu
and shady, side by side in converse safe
Twas on old man Browns piazza; stars were
Frightening all the skies and the moon
above the plaza was just upon the rise. Twas
the hour for love or liQuor--cam, sweet hour
in early June; love nor wine will never flick.
er on such night with such moon.
Susan was as fair as Hebe dressed in all her
Sunday clothes--fairer than her cousin
Phoebe, who is fairer than the rose. As for
William-never wildwood sheltered youth
more stout and hale; he was from his very
childhood what the Texans call whale
There they sat for hours talking of their joys
and hopes and fears; talking of their loves,
aud chalking out their plans for all the com
Ing years. Talked also they of their mar
riage, limiting at distant day, when little
crib and carriage might pcrchance come into
play.
Thus they sat, her hand in prison--not Il
prisoner harsh or stern for it was merely
locked in his'n, US his lips were pressed to
her'n.
But alas the course of true love smoothly
runs, oh never, never! Hearts enlinkcd IN
old or new love soon or late must sigh and
sever. Oh that in a sea Of rapture where the
heart most sweetly floats, fate PIRATES sure
to capture half our joys and cut our taroats
Hark the smell of shot and powder rises
like a funeral knell Louder! louder, and
stiIl louder rumbles that heartrerding smell
Susan's sybil soul prophetic knew that rum
BILE meant but ill--kncw that old man Brown
erratlc was upon the hunt of BILL Bill, the
lone star, whom she follows, whither-ask-
ing, caring not; now she feels that $50 were
poor pay to see him shot.
Oh, the earnest love of woman. Little for
itself it seeks; 1t is not a thing uncommon for
its flame to last six weeks
All at once door busted close TO where
the lovers sit-William had got up and dust
ed, but it was too late to git. Ere he dreamed
OF flight or fear once, or had time to cut and
run, old man Brown made his appearance
with his double barreled gun. Susan's knees
shook fast aud faster, Williams also shook,
lis said, till they tumbled down the plaster
from the ceiling overhead.
Susan screamed, her dark hair flying like
a meteor streaming far, springing to her feet
and crying, please don't shoot, . cruel pa /"
But that pa, SO cold and cruel, swore he'd
send Bill to that cline where there's too much
fire and fuel tor to have q pleasant time.
Then he raised his shooting iron, raving much
and swearing more, till the air was blue-but
why run on thus telling how he sworc ?
What oh, what was William doing? While
thus raved the old galoot seeing plainly
what was brewing, he was likewise on the
shoot.
Hold, rash pa" cried the daughter; ali I'M
needed were her cries, as also the sweet salt
water streaming from her lovely eyes. Stand
ing there in all the rigcr old man Brown now
aimed his gun, pausing ere he pulled the
trigger, thinking maybe Bill would run. Bill
though was not of the cattle which neither
dare nor do; but, once showed into battle
he was sure to see it through. Never since
the siege of Ilium was suspense felt more
profound; tor a moment more and William
had been made to bite the ground.
Quickly drawing his repeater, which he
carried two or three, cooking it at shortest
meter drew a bead on o. NJ. B. Few things
swift as lightning are there. Swift thus came
the pistols roar, and poor SusanS haplcss
father lay there welcging in his gore, vii.
liams sure, unerring builct-an internal slug,
no doubt--took o. NJ. b. in the outlet and he
waltzed right up the spout.
And the coroner, living nigh him, came;
but William didn't rum feeling sure they'd
Justify him in the deed that he had done,
which they did; Tor papa's fury, Susan, weep
ing, told IL DER, and TO William said the jury:
go, NY son, and shoot no more"
Here my muse must stop and tarry; all she
knows is in this lay; whether Bill and Sue
will marry, she is not prepared to say, But
us Bill-who is no joker with stocked cards,
you Understandable that game of leaden pok
er played square and honest hand.
Should he, when there is no traces lcft OF
his uncrring shot, meet Sues hand with but
four aces. he will no doubt take the pot, Tor
Sue knows that her pa was able, and mad
done it with rush, with his full to sweep the
table had not William held Il flush Lo"tS-
rifle CourterJOUrB0l