The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1883-03-21
LUKE COLORADO PARK, 1873.

wots that you're readin2- noyel2 A move
-wcll, darn my skinl
You man grown and bearded, ana hsten
such stun OF that in
STUFF about gals and their swoethcarts! no
wonder you re Thin as knife.
Look at me!-car two hundred-and never
read ono in my life!
That's my opinion O. novels. And ez TO their
lyin' round here,
They belonged to lhe Jedse's daushter-the
Jcdge who me up last yenr
On account Of his lungs AMI the mountains,
and the balsam o pine AMI ir;
And his daughter-w II, she road novels, and
that's what's tho matter with her.
Yet she was sweet on the Jcdgc, ind stuck by
him day and night
Alone in the cahin v p yer-till she grow like
ghost all white;
Sic was only II slip Of n thing, ez liHht and OF
up aud away
IL ride smoke blown through the woods but
shc wasn't my kind-no wayi
sPcakin q p, ga n; mind that house ez you
mile und half from Whites, and jist above
M0tlingby's mill
Yol do2 Well, now, thar's n gal. What. you
tIw horl -, oOm now. thar quit!
She was only bed win you boys foi 10 me she
don't cotton one bit.
Eut what was talkin' OFF o! tho Jcdgo and
Eif 'lNUHIl tE--bUt IthI
Novels Inc Whole day long, and ] reckon sbo
read them Hhpl;
An sometimes sho cad them out loud to the
Jedgr IN the porch where he sat,
And 'twas how Lord Augustus" said this, Nni
how Lady hlGnchc' thc said that.
But the sickest OF NIL that hccrd, WIS a yarn
that they read bout a chap,
"LCith 'r-gloclinS by name, aud n hunter
chock iull O the grerncst q sap:
And they askoi me 10 hear; but says: "Miss
Alnnrl, not amy for me:
VIII n likes | kin sling my own lies, and lhct
chap aud shouldn't agree"
Yet somehow or other she always was sa; In
brought her to mind
Of folks about whom she had real, or suth!n'
belize Of tibet kind;
AMI thar warn no end o the names thct III,
p0v, M int summer up here,
"Eohin Hood" Notwithstanding Rob Roy"
o, tel you, the crltter was queer
And yet ef she hs Int been spilled, she was
harmless enough In hor way;
Size could jubbcr in trnch to her dad, and
they suid thct she knew how 10 play,
And she worked me that shot pouch up ar
which the man dOesn Nv OF kin us,
And slippers you see EN- down ycr-cA would
cradle an lnJins pappoose.
Yet along o. them novels, You see, she WIS
waein and mopin away,
And tNcn she got shy with her tongue, AMI at
last hnd nothing Ia say;
And whenever happened around, her faco Il
And it warnt until she left that she ravo me
el much or a look.
And this was the way II was: 1t was nigh
when KEN up r.
10 say 90 'Cfn all good-by, for rcckOncl to 90
At sun-up the day they left, 50 shook EN- all
TO-. BY the hand,
lie to understand.
But Just or passed the hou,c the next if1rrn-
ing ut dawn, some one,
Like little wavcr o mist, got NJ Oh the hill
W tn the sun;
tl!rs Mnhni IL wis. Rlonc-all wrapped up In a
mantle of iuCo--
And he stood there straight In the roal, with
touch o the sun IN her iOcc.
And she looked at me right in the eyc-rd
Seen suthin' like It teloro
When hunted n wounded doe 10 the edge o
ihc tleur Lake shore,
And had my kntG IN its neck, and jiSt was
Wien 1t gave me a look like that-wcll, II got
of with Its life.
ave ire gong today" she said, land
thought would say good'ly
| To you in your own house, luko-tb csc woo Il
and the bright blue sky.
| fDuto GlwHyr been kind TO us, LIKE, and
| papa has found You stu
| As good rs the air he brcathcs, an WHOLESOME
rs Laurel Tree Hill.
"And wen always think of you, Luke, rs the
thing we could not take away
| The balsam that dwclls in the woods, the rain
bow that lives In the spray.
| And yOu'll sometimes Tn nix OF mo, Luke as
| you know you once used to shy,
! As riesmoke blown through the woods, q
moment, hut never to stay
And then we shook hands. She turned, but
student she tottcrJ d and fell,
And caught her sharp 10y the waist, and hcl'
her u mnit-wcll-
II was only II mint you know, that cZ cold nm
ch white she Inv
Ez n snowflake here on my breast, and thcl
well, she melted away
! And was gone y And thar arc he
ks; hut | ar not any for me,
Good enough may be for some, but them am
| mightn't agree.
| They spilled decent gill ez might have mad,
some chap wife,
| And look at mci-clar two hundrcl-and ncvc
| read one in my life.