The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-04-04
THAT LITTLE WIDOW.

S e was Just tha neatest little woman in tho
world-always smiling, always fresh, plump,
and deep in her fortios-ouc of the kind who
smooth their aprons down while they talk to
you. Then the little cigar shop at the cor
nor which she kept, and whore sic ratified on
about diforeut brands Oftobacco, and talked
of the weather to her customers, aud the
kindness which any tale Of sorrow told by
vagrants called forth from her-the many
times her fat little hand went into the drawer
for change to be bestowed ON some charitable
plea-all went TO make up the best tempered,
the most motheriy and the incest Little woman
you would ever chance TO meet.
So thought Dr.. Ash, who lived next door,
and who often went in Tor n little snuff, you
know, but h invariably settled his wig
more rakishly before popping into the shop.
He used 10 say to her, My! you must be
lonely here, Widow Thornl'
oh! not at all, Dir, thanking you!' she
would reply.
II wonder you never married a second
time, Widow Thorn
'wsI, it is wonder, isn't it, doctor 2 But
yeu see, I'm such Il queer old body that J
Suess not many could fancy me-"
Madam, there you must stopl l anhoi
hear the divine sex dispsraged, - returned the
doctor. He was, as they say, OF the old
sehool.
One AuSned. go,
Cant a woman speak against herself p
she asked. ,
mol She never speaks against herself
unless she means TO tiatter herself by contra
dictory d"isparagement when some one Is BY
'sh, you are too plain"
widow Thorn, l was always called plain,
snd this wigs too big for me
Then she laughed at him aud what prom
ised to be a quarrel cudediu q merry Good
by"
Then there was the baker at the corner.
He was a widower, and he used to come in Of
an evening for a chat and n cheap cigar.
Said he; This lonely state is miserable,
isn't it,"
do you speak from experience ?" asked
she.
Yes my Maria's been dead fourteen
years, - said he.
Il shouldn't think it would take so long a
time for you men to forget anything" she
said.
"Ah, ma'am Man is n wonderful being
the most wonderful of Gods creatures.
Except Woman" said she.
you re right, widow And that's the
reason the Lord meant that every man should
have Il wife aud every woman IL husband, just
to nuke hem equal. So / think you and l
must have new partners"
NON, !pOA Ltltf u ueNhh ioh Nt hlI
your partner, and I've had mine, and death
has dissolved the partnership. Now we'er
both bankrupt, und We can't carry on a joint
business so We must go on pleasantly"
sh9 said, and laughiugly bad him Good
night" He had to laugh, too, because she
seemed TO expect him to 10 nothing else.
Then there WIS the Old bachelor over the
way who was learning the bassOon. lie used
to come to his window of uinAer evenings,
-. A. - .a "a. H. lN-- g..
Il breath of fresh cir. and he would blow away
at The Last Link is Broken - ill It was n
wonder he did not rupture something and
die. He did not smoke, nor drink. nor chew.
But q brilliant idea struck lin one day, and
over he went.
DO you keep paper collars, mh'Gm y he
asked t~remiliLEiy.
Yes, SIT" she answered, smoothing her
apron down.
Give me some, 70 he said, vaguely.
"What size 2"
oh! any size II don't care.
She looked mt him.
Don't you know your number 2" she
asked.
NO, ma'am! But / don't care much"
''Lud!" she calculated. Here, sir. just
you take your collar Oh, and let me measure
So he did, and She handed him another.
"Ihatu tit you, sir SHE said.
Then he tried to put it Oh, and his hand
trembled 30 that he broke one Of the button
holes.
Nov it's done, sir" said she.
I'm afraid 1 am" said he.
Sir"
81 mean I'm afraid Il isl"
Then he took up another, and, out OF com
passion, she said:
Let ne button it for you. All men are
death on buttons and button Loles-I know
by poor Thorn"
Then she fitted on the collar, and the bach
elor was ~ecstatic. As she handed him his
change, she said
You're the gentleman that plays such
sweet, dreary tunes on the horn, aren't you p
Yes, play a little. But its dreadful
lonely playing all by myself"
asked.
No, I'm cursed-rm a bachelor,"
"Deary mel that is bad, I'd AK you over
here to play, sir"
'Oh !" he interrupted.
but I'm afraid the doctor next door wonld
come in and ask if anybody was hurt she
continued.
''Ohl" he said again, in quite a different
tone. and left. Five minutes after he WINS
moaning out "The Last Link is Broken" as
II that link had n its seundness held heaven
and earth together. Tile doctor needed a
iot Of snuff the baker was clearly smoking
himself Into the grave with bis Maria and