The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-03-02
Che Senuslta TtIegraph.
r.,o.ua. i Wisconsin
LUKE lCOL0RAD0. b lRK. .1az2


Wots that yours readn?- a no eli A neve
well darn my skinl
You man growa and aearded and h stem
su stuI e that in
StlH about gas an their sweeth eartsl no
wonder you're hin as knife.
LOOK at me!-clar two hundred-and never
read one inmy life!
That's my opinion O novels. And ez to their
lyin' round here,
They belonged to the Jedge's daughter-the
Jedge who me up last year
On account of bis lungs AMI the mountains,
. and the balsamo pine and mr.;
And his dabgbter-well, she read novels, and
that's what the matter with her.
Yet she ", sweet on the ledge, and stuck b >
h N day and night N
Alone in thaecabin up yer-till she grew IKE 2
ghost all white;
she was only q slip,of thing, ez Ugh and ez
up and away NNE #MNt EF
Ez rifle smoke blown through the woods but
she WASH my kind-no way!
Speakin' O. gals-d'ye mind that.house ez you
rise the hill,
A mile and a half from Whites, and list above
Matlingbys MILF
You dO2 Well now, thar's a gall What, you
saw her? @. com now, thar quitl
She was only bed Win you boys, for to me she
dontCotton one bit
But what was 7 talkin' of? o. the Jedge and
his daughter--she read
Novels the whole day long, and l reckon she
read them abed;sve 8
An sometimes she read them out loud to the
ledge on the porch where he sat-
And twas how Lord Augustus said this and
how Lady Blanche" she said that.
But the sickest of all that heerd, was yarn
that they read bout a chap, t
Misunderstanding" by name, and hunter
chock full o the greenest O. sap;
And they asked me to hear; but / says: Miss
When l likes kin sling, my own lies, and tibet
chap and shouldn't agree"
Yet somehow or other she always was sayin /
brought her to mind
OF folks about whom she had read or suthin'
belize of tibet kindS
And thar wat1i't no end o. the names tibet she
robin Hood, Misunderstanding" Rob Roy
o, Itellyou, the critter was queer.
And yet eff she hadn't been spilled, she was
harmless enough in her way;
She could jabber in French to her dad, and
they said thet she knew how TO play,
And she worked me that shot pouch up I'll ar
which the man doesn't liv el kin use,
And slippers you see 'em downyer-eZ would
cradle an lniin's pappoose.
Yet along o them novels, you see, she was
wastin 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 book,
And it warnt until she left that she gave me
ez much ez q look.
And this was the way it was: 1t was night
when KEN up here
To say to em all good-by, for reckoned to go
Atsun-up the day they left, so shook EN- all
49, by the hand, #Ut
'CeptM bel, and she was sick, ez they gave
me to understand.
But just ez passed the house the next morn
ing at dawn, some one,
with the sun;
Miss Mabel twas, alone--all wrapped up in a
mantle Of lace
And she stood there straight in the road with
touch O the sun in her face.
seen suthin' like 1t before
When hunted wounded doe to the edge o.
the Clear Lake Shore
And had my knee on its neck, and jist.was
When il gave me look like that-well, it got
of with It's life.
1--WE IRE going today" she said, s.and
thought woudsly good-by
To youin your own house, I.uke-these wool Is
and the bright blue sky.
lou We always been KIND to us, Luke, and
papa has found you still
AS good as the air he brearhes and wholesome
as Laurel Tree Hill.
ta4N 0as as - 4aa .a.l 4
"And Wen always think of you, Luke, as the
- thing we could not take away
The baisam that dwells in the woods, the rain
bow that lives in the spray.
Ana you'll sometimes tn NIX of me, Luke. as
you know you once used to say,
AS ri e'smolSe blown through the woods O
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 hello
her minit-well-8
1t was onlya mint, you know, thatNez cold an6
e1white she lay
EH snowflake here on my breast, and ther
well, she melted away
And was gone And thar are he,
books; but say not any for me,
Good enough may be for some, but them an6
| mfghtnt agree.
They spilled decent gil ez might have made
some chapa wife,
And look at me !--clar two hundred md never
read one in.my lifel
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