The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-11-07
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BY CLARA AUGUSTA.

Jonathan died at Christmas, going on three year, I,,s lonesome times for a widder as is left deserlate here! He'd been sorter failin' fer quite consid- er'ble spell quite so well. Pore man he'd ben dreadful onlucky he'd be'n blowed up with lie Akindling the fre-aud then his liver was naterly full of bile And his stummuk was kinder skittish, so's his vit,les didn't set, And one day he fell in the river and got his stockings wet And after that he dwindled, but he kept a takin' pills, That's warranted sartin cure for all your airthly ills He wore liver pad constant, and plasters on his back, But nothing seemed to hit the spo, for there was an awful lack Of vital strength, the doctor sed, and Iona than sez to me, ser uc. oopuicipA tCSA aS n "Hoe "a ho OSi will be!'' Ser he, "I,s plain as day, I've get to quit,
 and gol They'll have a time to bury me, a-shovelin' through the sHow!'' Ser he, you II have the penshun, if you don't git married ag'in-" And here stopped him-ses r." Now. do
 vou think if q For to take a secont pardner, after a reason
 able spell' Because" sez 1, "it's lonely for a woman
 alone to dwell !" "Wall, mo-" sez he, "Sophier," and how he
 wriggled about "I don't! if woman feels she can't keep
 suddy without" I had the farm, and the penshun, kept some
 hens, and COW A good many single men come round, but I'd
 took sollum vow Not to marry no living male cri,ter till it had
 ben two year Since Jonathan went for an angel, and left
 this airthly spear He and was ginerally happy, though surely
 can't deny That sometimes we did have words that run
 consider ble high! He got amaxin' upsot when give cheese
 away To the Sewing Circle when they had supper,
 and soiree; And can't say as 1 felt pleasant when he
 kissed the Widder Bean Behind the door, at the husking, when he
 thought he wasn't seen! didn't complain ofthe kissing-though twas
 bad enough know, But what riled up my feelings-he needn't
 have hugged her SO! My two years was out last August, I put on
 some yeller bows, And left eff weeping my pardner because ii
 reddened my nose And felt as gay and festive as cosset lamb
 in May, And all the old maids noticed it, and had a
 good deal to say went to ride with the deacon, but he's got
 eleven boys And all of lem rather swellish-I couldn't
 abide their noise The minister was attentive-he lost his wife
 last spring But to be an elders pardner is a dreadful
 trying thing And I'd kind'r got my eye on Ichabod Cn-
 derwood, He warn't no second handed man and his
 character was good; He had farm that ined on mine, and field
 that would go we'll With one of mine-and I'd much rather give
 than sell He got to coming to our Jus quite airly in the
 fall | alters crimped up on Wednesday, for that
 was the day he'd call; I've drawed more cider and give him than it
 would take to fill The ducs-pond old Squire Folsom has built down under the hill! And he'd sip that cider so slowly, and look
 so utterly too, Ina, my heart almost bust my corsets, and
 didn't know what to do 1t alters did kinder illustrate me to see great
 male man So overcome by his feelings, and somehow
 never Seem to move away from him, and act as some women do, For the colder you are to loveyer, the more he gets in a stew Last Wednesday night he come in, he was scented enough to kill, He sot hisself in the rocking cheer but couldn't seem to set still; was anxious, and skairt about him, for green apples was coming in. And colic vas numerous and dangerous, and doubles you up like sinl