Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1883-03-02
LUKE - COLORADO PARK, 1873.

wots TINT you're roadln'Y-- novel2 A novo
well, darn my skinl
You a man grown and bearded, and hlstcn'
su stuff OF that in
STUN about gals and ther swccthcartsl no
wonder you're thin as knifo
Look at mel-clar two hundrcd-and mover
road one in my lifcl
That's my opinion O novels. And OF TO their
YIN round hcre,
Thcybolongsd TO the Jedge's daughter-the
Jcdee who Q me up last year
On account of his lungs. and the mountains,
mud the balsam o. pine and fr;
And his dnughter-well, she road novels, and
that's what's the matter with her.
Yet she wes sweet on the Jcdge, and stuck by
Alone in tho cabin up ycr-till she grow like a
ghost al white;
Ea rihd smoke blown through the woods but
she WASH my kind-no wayl
spcakin' o. gals-dyc mind that house or you
A mile and a haiftrom whites, and jist above
You dor Well now thars gal What, you
saw herr q. com now, thar quitl
She was only bed,v'lin you boys, for to mo she
don't cotton one bit.
hut what was tallsin' OFF OF the Jedge aud
his daughter--shC read
Novels tho whole day long, and 1 reckon she
rend them abed;
an sometimes she road them out loud TO the
ledge on tho porch where he sat,
And 'twgs how Lord Augustus" said this, and
how Lady Blanche" sho said that.
But the sickest of all that hccrd, was yarn
that they road bout chap,
"Leatherstocking' by name. and hunter
chock full o the grcenest o. sap;
And they asked INC to hear; but says: miss
Mabel, not any for mo;
When likes kin sling my own lies, and thct
chap and shouldn't agree
Yet somehow or other she always was sayin' I
brought her to mind
or folks about whom she had read or suthin'
bclikc of thet kind:
And thar warnt no end o. the names thet she
.rT gave me thct summer up here,
robin Hood Misunderstanding, Rob Roy
%, tell you, the crittcr was queer.
And yet eff she hadn't been spilled, she was
harmless enough In her way;
Sue could jabber in French to her dad, ana
they said thet she knew how 10 play,
And she worked me that shot pouch up thar
which the man doesn't liv ca kin use,
And slippers you see 'em down yer-cz would
8 cradle an lnjins pappoosc.
Yet along o them novels, you see, she was
wdstin' and mopin away.
And then she got shy with her tongue, and at
last had nothing to say;
And whenever happened around, her face IL
was hid by n book,
And it warn't until she left that she gave me
SeL much ez look.
And this was the way it was: 1t was night
when KEN up hire
Tosay to 'em all aood-by, for reckoned to &c
for deer
'Atsun.up the day they left, SO shook 'em al
'CeptM NJ ,bcl, and she was sick, ez they gave
me to understand.
But Just or passed the house the next morn
ing at dawn, some one,
Like little waver o mist got up on the hill
Miss Mabel 1t was, nlone-all wrapped up in
mantle of lace -..
And she stood there straight in the road, will
touch O. the sun fin her face.
And she looked at me right in the eye-r,
seen suthin' like It before
When hunted n wounded doe to the edge G
the Clear Lake shore,
And had my knee on its neck, and jlst wa
When ii gave me look like that-well, it go
off with Its life.
"We nre going today" she said land
thought would say good-by
To You in your own house, Luke-these wood
and the bright blue sky.
You've always been kind to us, Luke, an
papa has found you still
As good MS the air he breathes, and wholesom
as Laurel Tree Hill.
''And Wen always think of you, Luke, as tn
thing we could not take away
The balsam that dwells in the woods, the rail-
bow that lives in the spray.
And you'll sometimes tn nix of me, Luke, @
you know you once used to say,
AS rfc-smoke blown through the woods,
moment, but never to stay"
And then we shook hands. She turned, but
student she tottered and fell,
And caught her sharp by the waist, and hel
her u minit-well-
Itwas only mint, you know, that cz cold an
cz white she lay
Ez snowflake here on my breast, and the
well, she melted away
And was gone = And thar are he
books; but say not any for mo.
Good enough may be for some, but them an
mightn't agree.
They spilled decent girl ez might have mad
some chap wife,
Aud look at me el-clar two hundred-and neyt
read one in my life!
50 Bret Hdrte