Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1875-04-15

will make him marry her, sure as preach
ing-widows always do G wish their
husbands would haunt them), and I shall
pass my forty-hush, no one can hear
me think-eighth birthday in single
wretchedness. But I'll have revenge
I'll visit the neighborhood this very
afternoon, and tell people what I think
of that dreadful woman's shameful per-
formances.
Bachelor Rose, at the aoSndoao Of has office,
reno0ing has halfsmaoked cigar from be-
taoeen has teeth, and zoaoer5og has number
tenas' from the aoindoao-sSW to their proper
LeueE)
By my eyes! there comes the pretty
little Widow Trip. I'm sure it's her. l
know by her walk; such sad, dignifed
kind of pace, it's enough to give fellow
the heartache, even if she had nothing
| else; but those two little feet that ust
peep from under her black dress as she
approaches; really, now, they'd touch
heart of stone.
Her dress, too, covered with Grape,
how pathetically it speaks of her recent
loss.
But confound that veil! how the woman
can stand it this sweltering hot day
beats me.
What cruelty, too, to hide that pretty
face. Raised it, Jovel how pale she is
like pure, white lily on black
ground. Really, this should be looked
into; it will never do to let so fair
flower pine away unsought, or waste its
sweetness On"-some other fellow,
especially when l am contemplating
matrimony. But she is such 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
that lucky dogs place? Imagine that
little head against fellows heart, my
hearth enticing fancy-Id forego all the
| pleasures of bachelorhood to make it
| delightful reality. But how it could be
done is a question, for, even at this
|
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 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. Pm sure [ 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 a comfortable
one? Oh! botheration! best way is not
to die at ALL
Yes! certainly, she exhibits heartrend-
ing devotion to the departed partner but
small encouragement to him who would
| become his successor. What! is it DOS
| sible? Yes! by the length of my mus
tache land thanks to twenty years con-
slant care it is growing little), she has
a dash of lavender in her necktie, and
up and take heart-there is hope for you
yet.
Gad if there isn't that conceited puppy
of widower, Weeds Qooks like whole
bed of them), popping round the corner.
l 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 U'll 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 secondhand, probably brushed
it up and stuck on that Grape band, be-
cause that is the only way in which he
| Cdu poSIIlSoiS SHOW 1ue grief he aces 7lOE
feel. Makes weekly trips to her grave,
whereon he deposits 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 a carriage to 60 to the
| funeral. Great heavens to think OF
any unsuspectlng 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 overtake 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 meg But he pushes
forward, the brute, How dare he? But.
then, as have invariably observed, the