The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-04-08

like pure, white lily on black
ground. Really, this should be looked
into; it will never do to let SO fair a
| flower pine away unsought, or waste its
sweetness on"-some other fellow,
especially when / am contemplating
matrimony. But she is such a devoted
little widow, came very near dying, didn't
she, when she lost Trip! Strikes me
heard something about it. OH yes,
severe attack of brain fever, preceded by
dead faint in the doctors arms. Great
Cupid. wouldn't like to have been in
that lucky dogs placer Imagine that
little head against fellows heart, my
heart. enticing fancy-Id forego all the
pleasures of bachelorhood to make it
/ delightful reality. But how it could be
done is question, for, even at this
great length of time she makes daily
pilgrimages to his grave, and completely
hides it with rare flowers, which she
waters with her tears What can't COM
prehend is how any man could have the
courage to die and leave such a charm
ing piece of property as she is for some
other man-nOt to mention the snug little
fortune which understand she inherits,
and which, to man of my limited
means, is feature of the case not to be
sneezed at. I'm sure l couldn't, nor
wouldn't. I'd take her along first, for OF
all possessions that's the only one could
take; but, confound it! On second
thought, would that be comfortable
one: OH botheration best way is not
to die at all
Yesi certainly, she exhibits heartrend-
ing devotion to the departed partner, but
small encouragement to him who would
become his successor. What is it pos
sible: Yesl by the length of my mus
tache land thanks to twenty years con-
slant care it is growing little), she has
q dash of lavender in her necktie, and
coming past here, too. Tom Rose, spruce
up and take heart-there is hope for you
yet.
Cad! if there isn't that conceitedpuppy
of a widower, Weeds Qooks like whole
bed of them, popping round the corner.
/ cordially detest that man. thinks be-
cause one deluded woman was fool
enough to marry him, and, then, becom-
ing aware of her egregious blunder, was
sensible enough to drop quietly out of ex-
istence and seek in a better world the
rest from care and toll which he denied
her in this, that all other women are
ready to do it too THAT is, the first part
of it,.
That seedy black suit I'm take my
oath he was married in it) and that hat
and band are positively enough to give
old Towser himself commissions. Never
wore stove-pipe in his life till his wife
died, and then, as he couldn't mourn"
to advantage in anything else, he bought
that Second hand, probably, brushed
it up and stuck on that Grape band, be-
cause that is the emily way in which he
can positively show the grief he does not
feel. Makes weekly trips TO her grave,
wherein he deposits a small bouquet
of flowers, for which, if he pays it, he
begrudges the money, not to mention the
sole-leather he wears out going and COM
ing, for riding would be an unheard-of
extravaganza with him-the only wonder
is that he hired carriage to go to the
funeral. Great heavensl to think OF
any unsuspecting woman being caught
by that shabby bait, supposing it proof
of affection, is enough to drive one to
break his last temperance pledge.
Breaking his neck to oyertake Mrs
Trip. Hope she'll trip him. There
Ogling up to her, as l live But, bless
her dear little heart! she does not ap-
prove of it. Not she. How slyly she
drops her eyes and tries to avoid him.
wonder if she sees me:) But he pushes
forward, the brute. How dare he: But,
then, as l have invariably observed, the
egotism of widower is incredible, and
Weeds is the worst of his species. Fairly
snatching her parole from her hand and
carrying her off bodily. Mercenary
scamp! It's her solid greenbacking that
attracts him. But what a confounGed
bore he must be to her, poor, pretty dear
lin more than one sense). Wouldn't
enjoy stepping up behind him and sud-
denly sending him-where he belongs.
But you'd best improve your chance,
Weeds, for two can play at that game,
and I'll beat you at it yet, by-courting!
for where's the woman, be she maid or
widow, who, with open eyes. would
choose an old, forsaken Weed, when she
could have, instead, a healthy, handsome
Rose:-GaEe Forest, in CSnciandti Times