Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1882-09-08
MART AND 1.
A MORSE IDYt.

A MORSE IDYI.
MART at the brook-side sitting, rosy. dimpled.
merry-eyed,
Saw her lovely visage trembling in the mirror
While between her pretty teeth a golden coil
or hair shs held:
Like n shining snake Il ouivercd I'm the tide
and shrunk and swelled.
And che dipped her dainty fingers deity in
Scarce She minded how her image with the
ripples curved and shook;
shopping with n tiny shudder, dashed the
y water in her face;
Ger her brow and cheeks the dew-drops
glistening rolled aud fell apace.
Breathless sat ], safely hidden in the tree-top
dense and green;
FOR a maid ~ neer so sweet as when she
thinks herself unseen:
Ana saw her with scarlet ribbon tie her
brlfd or hair,
And swOro a silent oath I neer had soon n
thing moro fair.
Now, II you will never breathe II, 1 will tell
you something Queer
Only step little nearer; let me whisper in
IL you think it was the first time that in this
sequeStered dell
beheld the little Marit-well, tits scarcely
There within my leafy bower sat l. happy as a
king, - - Il :
And two anxious wrens were, fitting round
about me twittering,
"hile gazed ut Marlts image framed in
Heaven c:5rnal blue,
While the clouds were drifting past IL ana the
birds across IL flew.
But anon the smile that lowered fin the water
stole away,
Though the sunshine through the birch leaves
hung of light its shimmering spray,
AND breath cnme floating upward as IL some
one gently sighed,
And NJ just the self-same moment sighed the
Image in the tide.
Then 1 heard mouruful whisper: 90 thou
49,. poor. thou pretty face.
without gold what Will avail thee, bloom of
beauty. youth and grace?
For maid who has no DOVER" and her curly
head she shook:
IL was little MART speaking TO her image I'm the
brook.
More heart not, for the whisper in a SILVER
And the image in the water looked SO sad and
sweet and tired.
Full OF love and full of pity, down stopped
her plant To hear;
Icould almost touch the ringlets curling arch
~ round her ear.
Nearer, still little nearer, forth 1 crept along
the bough,
TrcmblingIy her lips were moving, and a
cloud rose on her brow.
Precious darling" thought I, grieve not
that thou hast no lover found"
NrhSh nc branch went, and, bewildercd, down
ltumbled on the ground.
Up then sprung the little MART with a cry OF
And she gazed as II she dreaded had come &c
do her harm.
Swift abe d9rted through tho bushes. and with
stupid wonder mute
Stood staring blankly after ero I started IL
pursuit
And merry chase gave her through the un
dcrbrIsh and copse;
Over fallen trunks and powders on she aet
- with sktps and hOEs,
CHANGING sharply DER her shoulder when shC
NJ heard my footsteps sound,
Dashing on with reckless terror like a deer
before the hound.
Hot with zeal broke my pathway where the
clustered bOughs were dense,
tor wautod To assure her / intended no of
Tense:
And at last, exhausted fell sho on the green
sward quivcrinR,
Sobbing, painting, pleading. weeping, like 9
wlld, unrcasonng thing.
MART" said ]. STOPPING down, 81 hardly SCI
why YOU should cry;
IherG Is scarcely In all the parish such {
harmless lad ~ i;
And you know always liked you"-here my
49,, voice was soft and low.
NO, indeed she sobbcd, in answer" no, in
deed, do not know"
But mcthought that in her voice there was
- touch OF pctulnucc;
Through the glistening tears caught a little
shy and furtive glance.
GrOwtng holder, then, L clasDcd her dainty
hand full tenderly,
Though 10 made mock exertion, struggling
family to bc free.
Little Mart," said I, gently, "tell me VIVA
has grleved you 80.
For heard you signing sorely ut the brook
while ago"
"oh," she said, her sobs snbduing, with al
air dcmure and meek
oh, IL WIS that naughty kitten; he haC
scratched mo on the check"
Nothing worseY'' answered, gayly, while
strove her glance To catch.
Let me look; my kiss Is healing. May cure
the kittens scratchY'
And / kissed the burning bushes on hel
checks i'm needless glce,
Though the marks of Pussy's scratches were
invisible To me.
40, thou poor, thou pretty darling" cried /
frantic with delight
While she gazed upon me smiling, yet with
eyes that tears made bright.
Lot thy beauty be thy dover, and be minC
To have and hold:
For n face sweet as thon hast needs, fl
scoth no frame OF gold" 49,.
-HJUndr II. BOUcScp, in HtTpcTS Magazine.