Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1886-08-07
A NARNIN' THE LAD.
MRS. HARRIET A. sHWvER.

I mind NEE it's a rough thing to be
tellin' ABBOTT, my boy, for I was like
harrOwin' COP a tale o. the past, least |
wise one full O. pain an sOrrOwin'.
But there's thet ABBOTT yer smooth
cheek an bonny e'e, there's the winsome
curl to yer moOstache, an the note o. the
flute Ii yer voice, Robin Rea, as might
make mony a lass ia heed to ye in
spite O. herself.
It's nae harm for an aud mon like
mesep 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, Robin Rea,
an L tauld ye that years agone my
cheeks wor as rudy 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 a 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 coOmed when ma pleas
ure' in wOi thought worth while an ] wOr
KEEP back far gangin wi the crowd.
There's mony a crooked path into the
which a young mon is tempted, Robbie
Rea, but bethink me that one o. the
commonest as we'll as one o. the worse
M-happenin's into which one falls be-
times is that when a lad kens well 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 viii she grieve
an zine, 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, nal 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 viii she make a sign o the
sting o. the needless pain.
Well, 1 wor' at the weddin' party las
NIGHT for a wee while, an I minded how
Malcolm's jamie trippet WI yesel thro'
the dance, my boy, the blithsOme bird
that she isl An then noted how ye
lef jamie a 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 heI
brow.
minded how jamie sent the lang
Ingerin' chances after yesel', my boy, as
ye rounded the hall time an ag'in WI g
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 passet, I let the rose O. my life
watch me while made believe pass glad
some moments WI a lass I could M
looved to save my life. I thought il
wor fun to show the ither lads that the
flower o. a. the village would dance vi
Eghtsome foot WI no one but meseP, NJ
matter how mOOch ] tarried fra hel
side.
One NIGHT, when a the country folks
for mony a mile aroun' wOr gathered Al
q gret weddin' led my sweetheart Out
for the first fling o the eve. We ha6
made ma trist, but mOny the leetle WORD
o loove 1 had whispered in her ear.
thought she kenned 1 lOoved her well
Robbie Rea; I did did; but a maid
ems heart is shy and pure, an yer rec
lady-lass, waits until ye speak plainly o
yer OOve, afOre she lets her soul quite
believe it.
WeeI, I felt sac sure o. me game, that
thought to toy an tritie va the lass o
e. the world to messed. So / led the
young Teddy o. Glencule Manor GOT FOL
the sscon' dance, an agin for the third
/ kenned how the soft, brown e'e o. my
sweetheart went wi me each turn We
made, an it pleased my vains foolish
fancy TO note such hungry looks a.
Watchin' me abcot.
What evil sprite. what deI o. raisohie4