The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1875-04-19
The Rutland Daily Slohe.
MONDAY, APRIL 10, 1875.
Gone with n Hand somer Wan.
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By WILL CARLETOS.
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john.
I've worked in the field all day, a-plown' the
''stony streak :"
I've scolded my team till I'm hoarse I've
tramped It'll my legs are weak,
I've choked dozen swears (so's not to tell Jane
nbs),
When the pow pint struck stone and the
handles punched my ribs.
I've put up my team In the barn, and rubbed
-, their Sweaty coats 80,
I've fed 'em heap OF hay and half bushel
OF oats;
And 70 see e, tn, the way they eat makes me like
And Jane won't say tonight that don't make
out meal.
We'll said the door Is locked but here she's
left the key,
Under the step, In place known only to her
l wonder who's dyin' or dead, that she's hustled
But here pe on the tables note, and probably
this will tell.
Good God my wife Is gone my wife is gone
aStray
The letter It says ',Good-by. for I'm a.going
away;
I've lived with you six months John, and so far
But I'm going away to-day with handsomcr
man than you.
much to say;
There's han'somer men than me go past here
every DAY.
There's han somer men than mel amt of the
hanSomer kind
But iorin'er man than was guess she'll
never find.
Curse her curse her say, and give my curses
wings
May tho words of love I've spoke be changed
to scorpion stngs
Oh, she nlled my heart with Joy, she empted
my heart OF doubt,
| And now with a scratch OF a pen, she let's my
| hearts blood ont
Curse her curse her say shcll some time
rue this day =;
| She'll some time learn that hate is a game that
two can play;
And long before She dies she'll grieye she ever
| was born
And I'll pillow her grave with hate, and seed 1t
| down to scorn
AS sure as the world goes on, there'll come
VIII read the devllIsh heart of that han'somer
And there'lI be time when he Will find, as
others do,
That She who is false to one can be the same
| with two
And when her face grows pale, and when her
eyes grow dim,
| And when he Is tired OF her and she Is tired OF
| him,
She'll do what she ought to have done, and
coolly count the cost:
| And then she'll see things clear, and know what
she has lost.
And thoughts that are now asleep will wake up
| In her mind,
| And she VIII mourn and cry for what she has
And MAYBE gty SsH shcli sometimes long for me-for
| me-but no!
I've plotted her out OF my heart, and Will not
| have 1t so.
| And yet in her girlsh heart there war some
| thin or other she had
| That fastened man 20 her, and wasn't en-
| tirely bad;
And she loved me a little. think, although it
| did t last
But mustn't think of these thngs-Ive buried
| 'em In the past.
PHI take my nara words back, nor make a bad
She'll have trouble enough, she shall not have
| my curse
But III live life so square-and well know
| that can
That she always will sorry be that she went
with that han'somer man.
All, here is her kitchen dress 1t makes my
| poor eyes blur;
1t seems, when look at that, as II t was hold
| In her.
Aud here are her weekday shoes, and there is
her weekday hat,
And yonder's her weddin' gown l wonder she
didn't take that.
Twas only this mornin' she came and called
me her dearest dear"
And said was maxim for her regular para
o God II you want man to sense the pains
| Before you pitch him In Just keep him in heaven
| aSpell
Goodbye. l wish that death had severed us
| two apart,
You've lost worshipper here-you'ye crushed
iovin' heart.
I'll worship no woman again but guess III
And kneel as you used to kneel before you run
| away.
And II thought could bring my words on
| heaven to bear,
And If i thought had some little influence
/ there,
| would pray that might be, II 1t only could
AS happy and gay as was half an hour ago.
JANE (cnterino>.
Why, John, what litter here you've thrown
| things all around
Come, what's the matter now and whatvo
| you lest or found?
And here's my father here, awaiting for supper,
too;
I've been a-riding with hm-hes that "hand-
| somer man than YOU"
IIa ha J.! ia, take scat, while put the ket-
And get things ready for tea. and kiss my dear
old John.
Why, John, you look SO strange! Come, what
| has crossed your track =.
was only a-joklng, you know I'm willing to
| take II all back.
JOHN ldSide).
Well, now, II this ant a Joke. with rather bit.
ter cream
II seems as II I'd woke from mighty ticklish
dream
and think she smells rat" for she smiles
| ut me so queer;
l hope she don't !; good Lord hope that they
| didn't hear.
| Twas one OF her practical drives-she thought
| I'd understand
But I'll never break sod again Ill get the lay
| OF the land,
| But one thing Is settled with me--to appreciate
| heaven WELL
II is good for man 10 have some iiftecn minutes