Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1886-04-17
A TALE OF swEErHEARTs.
,Bv R G. Sims author of 4. ,Ostler Joe 81


by r. G. Sims, author of :. 'Ostler JOEL
So you've gotten an offer o. marriage There's
a brave and comedy lad
WI home O his own already, an he's sighin'
away like mad.
And frettin' his honest heart out just for word
o. thine
And he Gamma tell if you love him, for your
cheeks give ne'er sign.
He told me the tale hissen, lass-he left me
awhile ago
You're maxim his heart plaything, and Wilma
Look in your mothers eyes, lass nay, dunna
drop your head
There's nowt as you need to blush fora woman
was born to wed.
He's rough in his ways-G miner He's grimed
wi the CRIME O coal
Better ha' CRIME ON his hands, lass, than CRIME
on his heart and soul.
Maybe your hearts anothers-that finnicking
Lunnun chap,
As come to town last winter-asll leave again
this, mayhap.
Have guessed your secret Jenny? Is that why
you won't have Joe
You've gotten finer sweetheart, and the collier
chap must go
Shall l help you to make your mind up, and to
choose between two men?
I'll tell You tale o sweethearts, and the lass o
the tale is mysen.
was summat about your age, lass, and good
loOkin' lass, folks said
When chap as come to our village, Lunnuner,
turned my head.
He cane wi the player people-he came and he
stayed awhile
And somehow he won my heart, lass, wi his
fine play-actin' style.
! But was a promised wife then Mysweetheart
was like thy Joe
| a Lancaster lad, miner, who worked in the
mines below.
| He saw what was up, did Dan'l and he came to
my feythers place
| Wi a look o shame and o sorrow deep lined on
his hoDest face.
And he took my hand and he pressed it, and he
said, in a choky voice,
My lass, they say in t village that you re get
ten doubts % your choice;
That a felly ha' COON betWiXt us that your love
| for mysen be dead,
| So it's rect that stan aside, iass-ye can marry
this man instead
was free fro that day we parted-for the word
that wudna speak
| But he stopped to gil me his blessin'-he stopped
aud he kissed my cheek;
| And he said to me, softly, Jenny, we Gamma
be mon and wife,
| But if ivvir yo need a friend lass why 1 am
your friend for life"
1 went wi my player loyer-we were married in
Lunnun town
For month was up i the heavens, and then
came crashin' down.
| My man got i'll debt and trouble, and the devil
came peerin' out,
| And was Il drunkard's vctim-sworn at and
knocked about.
In year he had gone and left newt BARN
at my achin breast
! Left me without shillin', 10 struggle to do my
best ;
Left me in cruel Lunnun, wi never friend
| anish
| Wi a fever wearn' my brain out, and a BARN
as prayed might die
l wandered away wi my baby-it cried wi the
hunger pain,
| And again came the fiend to whisper Death -
to my maddened brain
Kill it p the devil whispered, and again came
God help me- the devil conquered, and 1 left
the child to die.
I fed wi the feet of terror, and ever behind me
came
| A phantom that tracked my footsteps, and
-, shouted and called my name.
| That cried to the heavens Murder - And
thought in my mad despair
| That hundred eyes were watchin'-I could see
them everywhere.
l read in an English paper the news of my hus
bands fate
He'd been killed in a drunken auarrel-I wa.
widowed and free to mate.
Ia many decent offer, but answered EN- al
WI mo"
| I'd duty to do in England ana made up mind
to go.
hauntin thought
| That mony a guilty felon to the clutch o. the
law has brought.
And, maddened at t-despairing-tor by
/ conscience STILL
l cried, :. l must go to England and the law
| shall ha Its viii ~
| Eight years from that day of horror-eight years
| TO the very night
I came to my native village, came in the waning
| light
| There was never soul that knew me as passed
through the quiet street.
| And thought o. the days long vanished and
the friends that used to meet.
A child looked up at that moment, and seeing
my wan, white face,
| She uttered a cry, and her father in second
was out o the place
| He had seen me- too, at his window tottered
and turned to fly,
| But he caught me and strained me to him wi
passionate, joyful cry.
Ma lass p he cried, {" thou art COON then
| COON whoam to us here at last
ha' waited for thee, my Jenny, this mony a
| l knew as thy mon had left thee-I knew as thy
mon wur dead
And thowd you'd ha COON before lass 1
shiyered and hung my head.
VIII yo' be ma wife ~ he whispered az ha'
waited ma lass for thee:
I've BARN as wants mither-the lassie as yo
can Sec
viii yo' make me happy mon, Jenny % Then
tore nNseu away,
" 1t Gamma be. DAN" l answered /" for go to
my doom to-day
:" I've come to my native village-here. where
the deed was done
To cry out that dark nights secret the light
of MONDAY sun,
mruderess comes to justice to forfeit her
wretched life y
He heard me without shudder, and he an
swered :" Be ma wife
Be ma wife and forget t past, lass and how'd
up thy bonny head,
For L BARN yo see in { cottage is t one as
tina thowt were dead
| | sa' thee tn tonne tina COON here-I sa as tina
wurna rect,
An t babe as tina laid the snow, lass, browt
to my whoam that meet"
The BARN that he found was you dear-the man
had cast away
Had been to you as a feyther-you call him your
| ' dad to-day.
And now you're woman grown, dear mine
story you ought to know
| 1t may help you to make your mind up, 'twixt
the Lunnun chap and Joe.
What's that +? A knock at the door, lass why
your cheeks are like the rose
You know the knock for a penny-voui We heard
it afore-its Joes.
What do you whisper, Jenny " You have al
ways loved him y Then
I'll bde i the ither room, lass-you can tell him
his tate yourseD.
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