The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1879-08-02
A WORLD" BALLAD.
THE GREAT AND GOOD WORK WROUGHT III AN
HUMBLE SERVANT GIRL.


He had something in His walk
A sort of j. ne sails quoi,
Made you think he had been wounded wien
Calamity leading on his mex
At the bloody Creek of Aqua,
But when you closer looked that you
Were wrong would plainly you know
His walk was as distinguished as
That of Guenevere or Juno.
And there dwelt in that boarding house
A matron wondrous fair
With all the morning IN her cheek
The midnight in her hair,
Her eyes were bright stars, her pearls
OF teeth as white did CLEAN
As sheep Just washed (sec "SUomou's Song
That come up from the stream
tr0w, although you widely sought
That you could find nowhere
A man as handsome he vas,
woman AS she fair.
And there dwelt in that boarding. hCGsc
A girl as humble as
Sophronia SphynX, the protegcc
or gorgon Sally Brass.
Winter and summer night and morn,
Beneath her mstress's frown
She brushed the mud from the soilcd, soi!ed shoe
And scrubbed the stairway down;
And Oft she wcpt DER her dreary lot
And wondered If perchance
She ever the humbest part should play
In a real life romance;
Oh, but to halk villain dark
OF his unsuspccting prey
Like the match girls in the papers that came
Wrapped round the bread each day
All, never can be realized
The visions of her trance,
For the kitchen maid In n boarding house
Sees little Of romance.
There il no person walks on earth
Oh, keep this truth in mind-toO
Humble to do heap Of good
If he or she's inclined to.
Between that matron wondrous fair
And that military man
Sprung up false love which its course
With awful smoOthncss ran.
Her husband was in the West cOuntric-
Confiding in his spouse,
He travelled Ohio and Kentuchie
For wholesale clothing house
And she with the military man
Had made arrangements due
Before her old love should come Oh
To he Off with the new.
And she and her lover had packed their trunks
And fixed the hour when afar
they should fly from that moatcd boarding house
On his berry brown Pullman car.
The little serving maid knoweth Of it,
kens their arrangements all;
Now the sweet saints lend her strength and wit,
She is SO timid and small.
The day has dawncd when they should fly,
The lover, the fathless spouse;
Why is there such excitement in
That quiet boarding. house?
oh, why do the lovers ring the bell.
OF their rooms with mckle din?
Oh why when the servants answer shc bell,
VIII the lovers not let them in.
oh, the gallant Colonel hath been robbed
or what he will not say
And with sickness she will name
Sick lies that lady gay!
The gallant Colonel hath been robbed,
But he will not send across
For the police nor to any soul
VIII he proclaim his loss
Yet he hath taken his loss to heat,
For he stayeth in bed aIlday
And biddch Il surgeon eminent
To come to him straghtvay
Ard, oh, the beautcous dame Is i'll,
Close she her curtain draws
And she will not Of her malady
The symptoms tell, cause;
Nor may single persons foot
Her guarded threshold cross,
And one who listens at the kcyhoc
When the lcech comes, says so weak
The lady is that her voice is changed
And you scarce can hear her speak
Her doctor says in 4 couple of days
That she will be quite well; lac
Adds she must remain secluded quite
And diet on broth and Jelly.
And all throughoutthat boarding house
Is naught but whisper and CHATTER,
For nobody knows, though every one
Would know, what is the matter
Only the simple cn.maid,
With an uncurous air,
Cleaneth the mud from the soilcd, oocd boot,
And scrubbcth the dusty stair
Yet bliss il in that little maids heart,
Because she hath to-day
From designing villain saved
His unsuspcctHg prey
The drummer hath got her telegram,
And 10 on his hOmcward way,
And the Colunel's unsupported wife
And deserted children tway
Are hurryng hlther from the shores
OF Massachusetts, Bay,
And III the trunk Of that kitchcu.maId,
Her ribbons and hose beneath.
Lie a costly artificial leg
And set of pcarly teeth
VII.
There is no person on this carth--
Just keep this truth IN mind-tOo
Humble to do a heap Of good
If be or she's inclined to.
Brooklyn, July 1879. y. J. Wort"