The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1874-05-21
WILLIAM AND SUSAN.
a Very aIournfal Texas Ballad. ssRun fn.''
for Convenience.


Susan Brown aud William Brady
lovers in the Lone Star State. one
calm night, all snug and shady, side
by side in converse sat.
Twas on old man Browns plaza !;
stars were Frightening all the skies,
and the moon aboge the piazza was
Just upon the rise, Twas the hour
for love or liquor-eaIfn, sweet hour
in early June; love nor wine will
never flicker on such night with
such moon.
Susan was as fair as Hebe, dressed
in all her Sunday cIothes-fairer than
her cousin Phoebe, who is fairer than
the rose e Asg Tor William-never
Wildwood sheltered youth more stout
aud hale !; he was from his very child
hood what the Texans call a whale.
There they sat for hours talking of
their joys, and hopes and fears talk
ing of their loves. and ehalking out
their plans for all the coming years.
Talked also they of their marriage,
limiting ata distant day, when little
crib and carriage might perchance
come into play.
Thus they sat, her hand in prison
not a prisoner harsh or stern-for it
was merely locked In his'n as his lips
were pressed 70 her'n.
But alas! the course of true love
smoothly runs, oh never, never -
Hearts enlinked In old or new love
soon or late must sigh and sever. Oh
that in. "a sea of rapture, wkere the
heart most sweetlys oats, fate piratic's
sure to capture half our Joys and cut
our throats --s y @4 e. ~
Hark THE smell OF shot and pow
der rises like funeral knelIl Louder
louder and still louder rumbles that
heart rending smeflf SusaD's sybil
soul prophetic knew that rumbiing
meant but iII-knew that cid man
Brown erratic, was upon the hunt for
Bill Bill, the lode star whom she fol-
lows Whither-asking, caring not I;
now she feels that $50 were poor pay
to see him shot.
Oh, the earnest love of womenl
Little for itself it seeks it is not a
thing uncommon for its flames to last
six weeks!
All at once a door busted close to
where the lovers sit-William had got
mp and. dnsted but it was too late to
glt. Ere he dreamed of fight or fear
or fear once, or had time to cut and
run, old man Brown made his appear
ance with his double-barreled gun.
Susan's knees shook fast and faster,
William also shook till they tumbled
down tho plaster from the ceiling
overhead.
Susan screamed, her dark hair flying
like q meteor streaming far. springing
to her feet and crying, 'sPlease don't
shoot, cruel pa !" But that pa, so cold
and cruel, sWore he'd send Bill to that
cline where there's toe much fire and
fuel, for to have a 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 swore9 What, oh what was
William DOING While thus rayed the
old galootls Seeing plainly what was
brewing, heWas likewise on the shoot.
"Hold, rash pa cried the daughter ;
all unheeded were her cries, as also
the. sweet salt water streaming from
her lovely eyes, Standing there in all
the rigor, old man Brown now aimed
his gun, pausing ere he pulled the
trigger; thinking maybe Bill would
run. Bill though was not of the cat
tie which neither dare nor do but
once showed into battle he was sure
to see it through. Never since the
siege of Hum was suspended felt
more profound for a moment more
and William had been made to bite
the ground.
Quickly drawing his repeater
which he carried two or three, cock
ing it at short meter, drew q bead en-
o. NJ. B. Few things swift as light
ming are there Swift thus came the
pistols roar and poor Susanss hapIess
father lay there Weltering III his gore.
Williams doubt, took o. M. B. in the
gullet, and he Waltzed right up the
spout.
And the coroner, living nigh him
came, but William didn't run, feel
ing sure they d justify him in the deed
that he had done, which they did for
papa's fury, Susan weeping told it Ger,
and so William, said the jury; $50,
my sen, and shoot no more.D
Here my muse must stop and tarry,
all she knew is in this lay !; whether
Bill and Sue will marry, she is not
prepared to say. But as Bill, who is
no joker with stocked cards, you un-
derstand-in that game of loaded
poker played square and honest
hand.
Should he when there is no traces
left of his unerring shot, meet Sues
hand with the four aces, he viii no
doubt take the pot, for Sue knows
that her pa was unable, and had done
it with rush, with his fall to sweep
he table had not held flush.