The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-01-13
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Park, IsT3-OH the wings Of Song.
woEa thst you're pIdlnr-s mover A novel
we'll, darn my selnl
You man STgwa AID GFArlsi, aud Ai'tin' such
huN q that III
stun shout gali and their sweethCAttA' No wonder
! you re thin eE q knife.
Look at ne'-cleAr two hundrd-And never read
QUE In my lie
That's my opinion o novels. And " their lyin'
| round here
They belonged 10 the JcdEe'I :dAuvhter-th Jetige
who came up Last year
On Lcn'unt Of his iunEI, and the mountains, an
| the bAl1lm o pine and ff;
And his dauEhIer-Wcll abe rad novels, and that's
WhAtA The matter with hrt
Yet Ihe was sweet on the JcdEV, land stuck by
him day and night,
Alone In tho cabin up ysr--till she gicw like Il
ghost, all white.
she was only zip Of a thing eL light and ct up
and away
III rInO IInOEe blown through the woods but she
WAAntmy kind-noWAy
SpcaEln' o gAn-d'ys mind that house eI you rise
A mile and 4 hLf from Whites, and JI,t above Mat.
You dO' Well, nov, Utdr'I gAr What. you saw
her y, come now. thar qhlu
She wAUnly bthry lin you boys, iJT to me she dOnt
cotton ole bIL
Hut what was | tAiEin of oithc ledge aud his
dauHhItr-sae read
Novels the whole day long, aud reckon sle read
Aud sometimes Sie read them out loud to the Jegc
On the porch wheTU he AAt,
And 'lWN how "lOFi Augustus sall this, and
how Lady blanche" she sid that.
Bnt the 'IcEest oiAil TIM, hocrd. was yam that
they rsd bout Chap
Leather riOrklug' bv name, aud Q hunter check
full o the IreenrAt q nap:
And they asked me 10 heat but GAyA; Mss Mabel,
not any tnr me.
When IKEA kin sling iny own lies, and rhes chap
and AhOuldn tH:frr,"
Yet somehow OF other she was alWAys sayin'
brought her TO mind
OF IOlkS about AhOm she had read or buihIn' be-
like u lhUt kind,
And thar want no cIid o the nilel tibet she gave
me tibet summer up here.
"ROhln Hood" Leather stocking. Rob Roy -
U, tell you, the cTiIIeT VA queer.
And yet ei,he hadn't been 'plled. shc was harm.
les enough In her way;
She could iAObcT In French " her dad, and they
aid Ihel hhU knew how 10 play.
And Ihr worked me thtt shOip6uCh up thar
which the nan dUtsI't lay "a Kin use,
And AlIppeN-yOu Hs EN- down ycI-tt would
cradle an lnlns papOO~c.
Yet along o them novels, you zee, shc WI wStIn'
ami mopn away,
Aud then Ahv got khyWlth her tongue. and LAST had
nOlllln lnEIy:
And whenever happened around. her face II Wa
And II wAFn'I until she left that ,hc gave Inc 81
much tEA look.
And TIL, was the wa, the way Ii wa; 1t was night
when KEN uphrSr |
To my 10 email "guOd.byC," for rCCkOncd TO 50
for deer
At"sgn ~" the day they left. 50 shook EN- all
by the hand,
'CeDt Mabel, and Shc was llcE. cE they gave inc TO
but lust ct passed the house neat morning at
dawn, some one,
Like WnVcr o mist, got up oil the hill with the
Mis- Mabel 1t was. alone, all wrapped In Il mantle
OIkCe-
And ,hc stood there str0Igf. In the road. with
touch O. the sun In her face.
And she looked me hEhi in the cyr-l'd SCcn
buIhin Ike II Bliu!c
When hunted wounded doe to the edge o the
Clear AXE shore,
And had my knee on It's neck and jlst was TNlSln
my kuile
v hen ii gave We look like that-well IT 90. cd
with ia life,
I'VE are Roipg Oday." Ehc sid, "Gnd | thought
would nay gOOi'hyc
To- YOU Ia your oEn house, LuEe-thcsc woods and
bluOtky
You've always been kind 10 uS, Luke, and pApA has
As good rs tie air be hrCa,hcs, and wholesome a.
Laurel Tee lilil
Aud we'll aIuEys think OF you. Luke, "A the thing
We could not take away
The bSlsRm that dwrilN In the woods, the rainbow
tbht lives In the NpSAy,
And you'll sometimes think Of me. Luke, NJ you
know you OnCe used IO|Ry,
rife smoke blown through tue woods, n moment,
but never 10 stay
And then we shook bends She turned, but sud
a., .b a. ~ I'D