The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1883-05-18
A Poetic Widow.


+" made mash," to use the language
of the worldly. He incidentally became
acquainted with the Widow McWinzie
at church social last fall. She has
now come to the conclusion that he is
her natural affinity and wants him for
her fourth husband. Her strong suit is
poetry, or, as she expresses it, ''human
aesthetic rhyme; the sweet, responsive
echo of soul to soul"
''Dear Mr.. Spykens," sighed the
widow the other evening, pickering her
mouth down to the size of shirt but
ton-hole, as it were, s'yOu have lived
and loved. The mellifluOus profundity
of your sympathetic soul has always
cequired that you should"
All, yes, Mrs. McWinzie, you bet,
/"
"Call me Hitty, dear; my name is
Mehitable, and those most enaeared to
me always call me Hitty."
"All right; Hitty goes
Well, as l was about remarking,
nv nature was aboriginally poetic;
away up among the embarrassed clouds
of Heavens sublimated artillery. My
first husband was dear genial spirit,
attuned to poetic harmony, but nothing
could rhyme with his name. 1t was
Tulkington. l used TO weave it into
poetic verse by abbreviatingitto Tulky,
but even then it never would make a
smooth rhyme with any other word.
Two short years he loved and Ian
guished, and then sank to eternal rest
as softly as though the springs of his
couch had been the Springs of Parnas-
sus."
Beautiful! beautiful exclaimed
Spykens, "what rafting good obitu-
airy you must have written for himr
"Ah, me-" sighed the widow, 81
tried over year to write seven verses
suitable, and perhaps might have sue
| ceeded had | not been woOed and Won
by Jason Babcock. My new married
life was bright and hopeful until l tried
to merge it into poesy. The culmina-
ton came when L composed twenty
seven verses, each one rhyming his
name, the best of which were mason.
basin, face-on. Then he closed the
doors of his heart, took his Overcoat
and valise, and babe me farewell for
ever. L never saw or heard of him
more"
! What a miserable, narrow guage,
unappreciatiye wretch he must have
BEEN"
The widow gave a responsive roll of
her dark gray eyes toward the sympa-
thetic Spykens, and she continued:
Eyes, the rythmatic music of poetry
did not abound in his worldly soul. and
nay own longing heart almost persisted
before procured divorce on the
ground of desertion. Then | married
nv old friend and schoolmate. Timothy
McWinzie He had soul full of SYM
pathy, and when he realized how my
poetic soul was crushed by the very
idea of making rhymes of his name, or
| any part of it. he earnestly. vet raShly,
attempted it himself For days and
weeks he wrote, and went about the
house muttering to himself binzle,
| crinzle, dinzle, tinzle, ginzle. hinzle,
! and his last words as he died in the in
sane asylum, were minzle, pinzle, stin-
\ zle, zinzle.
How dramatically sad moaned
| Spykens. as he reflected upon the
rhyming possibilities and calamities of
| his own name.
Ibid you ever read Ihaddeus o.
Washoe?" asked she, beaming her Low.
ing eyes, full. of literary intelligence,
full upon him as she gently laid heI
hand on his coat sleeve.
Spykens owned up that ne hadn't,
and tore himself away from her sweet
presence, pleading pressing business en-
gagements. The widow had money in
bank, and whole pile of stecks. and is
locked upon as desirable matrimonial
Investment, but when Spykens reflects.
musingly, upon the sad fate of those
three husbands. two killed and one
driven away by her internal poetry, as
sisted materially, no doubt by her
large. cold, clammy feet. he concludes
10 remain single.-Eirginia (Ner.) En-,
!crprise.