The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-04-08
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(Old Mud Gossip at The mindo0 Of her
r01m.)
AS SURE as ! live if there amt the
Widow Trip taking promenade to
show herself of Now, l must keep a
sharp lookout, for, as everybody knows,
widows are very suspicious characters
need great deal of watching.
It's my opinion she has very indie
pendent walk for person in her posi-
ton; doesn't look nor act at all heart
broken, nor broken down in any way,
as she should do, who has lost the
strong support Of departed husbands
arm.
Sakes alike! She has lifted her veil {;
and oh! saints protect me, she's Datnted!
Lifting her veil and painting her face
already, and her poor, misused husband
not been dead six months till the day
after tomorrow. What if the day is hot
and sitting Il wish that paint would
melt), it doesn't follow that because the
mercury goes up her veil should do like
wise; and, l declare, it's amazing, the
length of that veil, nearly to the bottom
with Grape. It's mystery to me where
the money came from, but then | have
heard some dreadful stories about that
woman. The way she behaved too,
,,-bo,, b.r bugb.pI did Itrhiob think
was a disgraceful performance, sobbing
and shrieking over him like mad,
and then, as if that was not enough,
fainting away in the doctors arms,
or pretending to, and he poor,
innocent, single man. Oh. / saw it all
through the window when | went over TO
console with her, and it makes the lndig-
nation fly right out Of me like sparks of
fire just to think Of it. But then, of
course, it's all put on, like her clothes, a
purpose to advertise her widoWhood. Oh,
the tricks a widow will be up to; it's
past all believing, even to ones own
senses. And going out to her husbands
grave every day and covering it with
flowers that's another of her horribly
deceiving ways, and, as think, dread
full piece of nonsense and extravaganza.
To my mind she could better show her
true sorrow by staying quietly at home,
locking it in her own heart and saving
her money land / say again it's beyond
me to tell where she gets it,, than by
parading herself after that fashion.
No! Oh, oh, mercy! stretching her
long neck, and standing with her green
orbs dilated with holy horror.) How
strange did not notice that before, for,
as true as my name is Allpeddle Gossip,
that woman is not only powdered and
painted but has on black and lavender
tie, and her husband only dead six months.
Shameless, heartless creature! What a
terrible warning that should be to every
living man, even if they had not been
warned before, as my poor heart has
ached to warn them many times, to " be-
ware Of the Widows for -
OH dear me, if there isn't Mr.. Weeds,
the widower. Poor, dear man, how grief
stricken he does look-coming by here,
too. l do hope that my collar is rightly
adjusted and my hair combed down to
the proper degree of smoothness, for,
as like as not, he will look up and bow.
What beautiful black suit he has, and
such wide mourning band on his hat
tpoor lonely man, how my heart bleeds
for HIM; l wonder that he did not have
them still wider, with flowing ends; it
would have been appropriate to his feel
ings, am sure, and such an example of
loving devotion to the memory of his
dear departed wife.
But, then, no one can possibly doubt
that, for every week he takes one of his
children beautiful, motherlcss babes,
oh! could they become mine) and small
bouquet of flowers, and visits her grave:
such an affecting sight, it fairly blinds
my eyes with tears.
All! why does he not look up? My
heart is still waiting for some sign of
recognition. Great powers above he is
overtaking that ptd0ac, and she is looking
up-oh! if 1 could tear her eyes out-and,
actually, smiling at him. Wicked, de-
graded being-making him carry her bun
die, too. Oh, that l should ever have
lived to see such goings on-the wonder
to me is that her insulted husband can lie
peacefully in his grave, and she behav-
ing the way she does. l wish he
wouldn't | wish he would rise up this
instant and confront her, for of course
she's enticing him, it's all her fault, that
dear, innocent man by her side is not to
blame; and she is taking him off and
will make him marry her, sure as preach
ing-widows always do I wish their
husbands would haunt them) and shall
pass my forty-hush, no one can hear
me think-eighth birthday in single
But I'll have revenge.
III visit the neighborhood this very
afternoon, and tell people what 1 think
of that dreadful woman's shameful per-
formances.
Bachelor. Rose, at the window Of his office,
renaoutng has hdf-snofed csgdr from De-
taoeea has teeth, and toseering his :" number
tens" from the wind0ao-ssH to their proper
leuel:)
By my eyes! there comes the pretty |
little Widow Trip. Pm sure it's her. l |
know by her walk; such a sad, dignifed |
Kind of pace, it's enough to give fellow
he heartache, even if she had nothing
Use; but those two little feet that just
,eep from under her black dress as she
approaches; really, now, they'd touch a
eart of stone.
Her dress, too, covered with Grape,
low pathetically it speaks of her recent
oSs.
But confound that veil! how the woman
an stand it this sweltering hot day
'eats me.
What cruelty, too, to hide that pretty
zee. Raised it! Jove! how pale she is