Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-08-07
A NARNIN' THE LAD.
MRS. HARRIET A. sHKKvKR.

touu HOOOt, my UOy, luz WdS Ike
harrowin' oop tale O. the past, least.
wise one full O. pain an sorrowin'.
But there's tibet ABBOTT yer smooth
cheek an bonny e'e, there's the wiusome
curl to yer moostache, an the note O. the
flute In yer voice, Robin Rea, as might
make mony lass ia heed to ye in
spite O herself.
It's nae harm for an auld mon like
meser to speak warnin' by frae the past
ali, he speaks at a.; an mayhap the hard
hurt O ither days might spare ye pain
thro' the hearin' OF.
Ye' hardly think it true, Rcbbin Rea,
an tauld ye that years sgone my
cheeks wor as ruddy an as smooth as
yer ain is the day, an the curl O. my
moostache were as winsome an my e'e
as bright; then they did say as my voice
had music like songs in it, an fear me
it vol a true, lad, for it vol goin' again
nature for young mon to be bonny an
canny entire, an not ken it weel, the
more SO when a. the auld wives in town
tax pains to tell him SO betimes.
An the days ooomed when ma pleas
ure' in vol thought worth while an I wor
KEEP back far gangin wi the crowd.
There's mony q crooked path into the
which young mon is tempted, Robbie
Rea, but bethink me that one O. the
commonest as we'll as one O. the worse
il-happenin's into which one falls be-
times is that when lad kens we'll some
young lassie is watchin' an sweetenin'
toward him. there comes a mischevous
spirit as makes him want to try the sweet
young thing, an watch will she grieve
an pine, an he slight her.
An it's more the pity that it's true,
Robbie Rea; it's never the lass ye care
nothin' for that ye put to the foolish test;
ma, ma! it's the lassie O. yer heart, boy,
the one ye'd die for an need wor', that
ye hurt wi make believe ''dinna-care"
way, to try will she make a sign O. the
sting O. the needless pain.
Well, I wor' at the weddin' party las
NIGHT for q wee while, an I minded how
Maloolm's jamie tnppet wi yesel thro'
tbs dance, my boy, the blithsome bird
that she is! An then l noted how ye
ler jamie lang, lang time, while ye
danced and danced wi Maggie O the
manor, wi her old black e'e and the
money loove locks strawed aLoot her
brow.
I minded how jamie sent the lang,
ingerin' glances after yesel', my boy, as
70 rounded the hall time an ag'in WI
lass mind me ye care naught for, an
it brought it a back to my oncet broken
heart Robbie Rea, just how, in years
lang pssset, let the rose O. my life
watch me while I made believe pass glad
some moments wi q lass I could ma
looved to save my life. I thought it
wor' fun to show the ither lads that the
flower o a. the village would dance wi
ightsome foot wi no one but mesel, no
matter how mooch I tarried fra he-
side.
One NIGHT, when a the country folks
for mony mile aroun' wor gathered at
q greet weddin' I led my sweetheart out
for the first fling O. the eve. We had
made ma trist, but mony the leetle word
O. loove I had whispered in her ear. I
thought she kenned I looved her well,
Robbie Rea; did did; but a maid
ems heart is shy and pure, an yer reel
lady-lass, waits until ye speak plainly o.
yer loove, afore she let's her soul quite
believe It.
Weel, felt sac sure O me game, that
I thought to toy an trifle wi the lass O.
a. the world to messed. So I led the
young Teddy o Glencule Manor cot for
the secon' dance, an agin for the third.
I kenned how the soft, brown e'e O. nv
sweetheart went WI me each turn we
made, an it pleased my vain, foolish
fancy to note such hungry looks a.
watchin' me ABBOTT.
Whet evil spite, what dell O. mischief
pat tho c-uel, unmonly thought within
me, I shell re'er ken, but oncet a. We
passet by the sweet young maid, who
vor hstin' to my voice 90 painful close,
I said only to plain to tho Lass 1t my
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