St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-03-21


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HSD Not the lauguorous lily of
sO.Hess sin nor the blood-red rose of lust,
But a sweet white blossom OF holy love that
grew in the one green spot
In the arid desert OF Phryne's life, where all
was parched and hot.
In the summer, when the meadows were
aglow with blue and red,
Joe, the 'ostler OF the Maybe, and fair Annie
Smith were wed.
Plump was Annie, plump and pretty, with a
cheek as white as snow;
He was anything but handsome, was the
Magpie's 'ostler, Joe.
But he won the winsome lassie. They'd q
cottage and COW.
And her matrOnhood sat lightly on the village
beauty's brow.
Sped the months and came baby-such a
hlue-eyed baby boy!
Joe was working in the stables when they told
him of his joy.
He was rubbing down the horses, and he gave
them then and there
All a special feed OF clover, just in honor of
the heir.
1t had heen his great ambition, and he told
horses so.
That the Fates would send a baby who might
bear the name of Joe.
Little Joe, the child was christened, and, like
babies, grew apace;
He'd mis- mothers eyes of azure and his faith
er's honest face.
Swift the happy years went over, years of blue
and cloudless sky,
Love was lord of that small cottage, and the
tempests passed them by.
Passed them by for years, then swiftly burst
in fuzzy DER their home.
Down the lane by Annie's cottage CHANGED a
gentleman 10 roam;
Thrice he came and saw her sitting by the
window with her child,
And he nodded to the baby, and the baby
laughed aud smiled.
So at last IL grew 10 know him-little Joe was
nearly four:
He would call the "pretty gemplin' as he
passed the open door;
And one day he ran and caught him, and in
child's play pulled him in;
And the baby Joe had prayed for brought
about the mothers sin.
Twas the same old wretched story that for
ages bards have sung,
Twas a woman weak and wanton and vii
lain's tempting tongue;
Twas picture deity painted for o silly crea-
lures eyes
OF the Babylonian wonders and the joy that
in them lies.
Annie listened and was tempted; she was
tempted ana she fell,
As the angels fell from heaven to the black
est depths or hell:
She was promised wealth and splendor and q
life OF guilty sloth,
Yellow gold for child and husband, and the
woman left them both.
Home one eve came Joe the 'ostler with a
CHEEKY cry Of ''wifeI''
Finding that which blurred forever all the
story of his life.
She had left a silly letter-through the cruel
scrawl he spelt;
Then he sought the lonely bedroom, Joined his
horny hands and knelt.
''Now, o Lord, o God, forgive her, for she
amt to blameT' he cried:
'For owt ia seen her trouble, and a-gone
away and diedi'
Why. a wench like her-God bless heri
'twasn't likely as herd rest
With that bonny head forever on a 'Ostler's
ragged vest.
at was kind o. her TO bear me all this long
aud happy time,
So for my sake please to bless her, though
you count her deed crime;
If so be don't pray proper, Lord, forgive
me; for you see
1 can talk all right to 'oss es, but I'm nervous
like with Thee."
Meier a line came to the cottage from the
woman who had flown;
Joe the baby died that winter, and the man
was left alone.
kissed the rod,
Saving what he told the horses, saving what
he told his God.
Far away in mighty London rose the woman
into fame,
For her beauty won mems homage. and she
prospered in her shame;
Quick from lord to lord she fitted, higher
still each prize she won,
And her rivals paled beside her as the stars
beside the sun.
Next she made the stage her market, and she
dragged Arts temple down
To the level OF show place for the outcasts
of the town.
And the kisses she had given TO poor 'Ostler
Joe for nought
With their gold aud costly Jewels rich and
titled lovers bought.
Went the years with flying footsteps while the
star was ut its height;
Then the darkness came on swiftly, and the
cleaning turned TO night.
Shattered strength and faded beauty tore the
lau res from her brow;
Ofithe thousands who had worshiped never
one came near her now.
Broken down in health and fortune men for
got her very name,
Till the news that she was dying woke the
echoes of her fame;
And the papers, in their gossip, mentioned
how an actress" lay
Sick 10 death in humble lodgings, growing
weaker every day.
One there was who read the story in far-off
country place.
And that night the dying woman woke and
looked upon his face.
Once again the strong arms claspei her that
had clasped her long agU.
And the weary head lay pillowed on the breast
OF 'Ostler Joe.
All the past had he forgotten, all the sorrow
ana the shame;
He had found her sick and lonely, and his
wife he now could claim
Since the grand folks who had known her one
and all had sunk away.
He could clasp his long-lOst darling, and no
man would say him nay.
In his arms death found her lying, in his arms
her spirit He'd:
And his tears came down in torrents as he
knelt beside her dead.
Never once his love had faltered through her
base. unhallowed life:
And the stone above her ashes bears the
honored name OF wife.
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