The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1878-11-28
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Jane fbs)
When the plow-pint struck stone and tn,
handles punched my ribs.
I've put my team in the barn, and rubbed
their sweaty coats;
I've fed 'em heap of hay and half ,
| bushel Of oats;
And to see the way they eat makes m.
| like eatin' feel.
And Jane won't SAY tonight that dom
make out meal.
Well saidl the door is locked! but her,
she's leh the key,
Under the slep in place known only I.
her and me;
1 wonder who's dyin' or dead THAT she'
hustled off pell NELL;
Blu, here On the tables 4 note, and probs-
bly, this will tell.
Good Godl my wife is gonel my wife il
gone astray!
The letter it says, "Good-by, for I'm 60
ins'away:
I'vs lived with you six months, John, and
70 far I've been true;
But Pm going away to-day with hand
somsr man than you"
A han'somer man ths. met Why. that
aim much to gay:
There's han'somer men than me 60 past
here every day.
There's han'somer mel than me- amt
OF the hans kind;
But iovin'er man than Twas, guess she'll
never End.
Curse herl cure herl say, and give nav
curses wings!
May the words of love I'ye spoke be chang
ed to scorpion stingsl
Oh, she filled my heart with Joy, she emp
tied my heart of doubt,
And now, with a scratch OF pen she lets
my hearts blood out!
Curse herl curse! her say !; she'll some
time rue this day;
She'll some time learn that hate isa game
that two can play;
And long before she dies she'll grieve she
ever was born;
And I'll plow her grave with hate, and
seed it down 10 scornl
As sure as the world goes on, there'll come
time when she
Will read the devilsh heart OF that han SOM
er man than me;
And there'll be a time when be will find,
~ 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 lis tired Of her and she is
tired of him,
She'll do what she ought to have done. and
coolly countths 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,
huu bIv VIII uAoNth ohA u tSA Vhos biAC
has left behind;
And maybe she'll sometimes long for me
- for me-but no!
I've blotted her out of my heart, and
will not have itso.
Aad yet in her girllsh heart there was
somethin' or other she had
Ths. fastened nan 10 her, and wasn't en-
tirely bad;
And she lovel me little, I think although
it didn't last;
But mustn't think of theae things-Tve
buried 'em in the past.
Tll take my hard words back, nor make q
bad matter worse;
She'll have trouble enough; che shall not
have my curse;
But III live q life 20 square / we'll
know that can
That she always will be sorry that she went
with han'somer man.
All, here ia her kitchen dress; it makes my
poor eyes blur;
1t seems, when l look at that, az il twas
holdn' her.
And here are her weekday shoes, and
there Is her weekday hat,
And yonder's her weddin' gown; I wonder
she didn't take that.
Twas only this mornin' she came and call
ed me her dearest DEAR"
And said I was maxim for her regular
paradise here;
O God! if you want man TO sense the
pain Of hell,
Before you pitch him in just keep him in
heaven q spell!
Good-byi wish that Death had severed US
two apart.
You've lost worskiper here, you've
crushed lovin' heart.
| IN worship no woman again; but guess
I'll learn to pray,
And kneel "a you used to kneel before you
run away.
And if I thought could bring my words
on heayen to bear,
And if I thought 1 had some little infu
ence there,
I would pray that might be, If it only
could be 80,
Az happy and gay as / Was hall an hour
ago.
JANE (entering.)
Why, John. what a litter herel you've
thrown things all around!
Come, what's the matter now1 and what
'ye you found?
And here's my father here, awaitin' fol
supper, too;
Pvc been a-rlding with him-he's that
"handsomer man than you"
| Hs! hal Pa, take seat, while I pat the
kettle on,
And get things ready for tea, and kiss my
dear old John.
Why. John, you look so strange! Come
what has crossed your track?
I was only a-joking, you know; I'm will
ing to take il back.
JOHN (aside.)
Well, now, If tits aint = joke, with rather
bitter creami
1t seems as il I'd woke from mighty
| ticklish dream:
And I think she "smeils a rat" for shs
! smiles at me 80 queer;
hope she don't; good Lord / hope thai
they didn't hear!
| Twas one OF her practical drives-sht
| thought I'd understand!
But I'll meyer break sod again till ge
the Law of the land.