Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1889-01-03


&iWIl Illhl gcsts all swee
". freedom, self
%4 will, hydro
gen, oxygen. have been spinsteI
since my babyhood, more or less
Don't you know there are ira is about
some babies that suggest sp.nsterhood
Also something about spinstels tia
suggest babyhood? Recurring 10 ba
bies, my thoughts wander bacl
through the vista nf years whicl
lie stretched behind me like a fail
plaisance TO the period when l wai
four. well remember the time m.
elder sister taught me to play "ol,
maid" We sat around the dining
table, myself, pretty babe-I was
younger than most infants of that ag
i'm my high chair; my two sisters
and one brother, all inside OF eleven.
All how we played; but even thel
fate had singled me out, for on me fell
the last card, old maid. They tried t,
impress me with the weight of my woe
and succeeded so admirably as to have
ME howling like young derv sh in
moment Nothing would acify me un j
sister promised to make my doll
dress, and give me penny, thenI con
sented to give over my serenade. Blu
how little realize d the honeyed sweet
ness of that word then. Now
did an; one deny mo that
felicity, / should set up
vail not unlike the one that consumed
me in the long ago, and not even th'
bribes which brought contentment tt
my soul at that time would buy my
silence.
My b.othor's wife was up here to-da
with their two children. What dirt
little boy that is. Il wonder if ought
to say soiledO Yes, he certainly is
soiled child. How charming it IS t.
have asmall boy, with gr.my faco a.G
hands, paving over the kitchen tables,
where one is preparing dinner, thei
running into tho pantry and diving in
to the sugar box with unclean digit :.
Aft they had gone 1 went up Il
my room with a Joy too deep for words,
and fell into sort of preamble.
lock my door and no enc can com
clam 1ring for Gdmittance. l throw
myself, with graceful abandon, into q
luxurious easy chair, before my stove.
toss care and worid'in IS to weaklings
and lose myself in happy day dreams
Upon the incense Of the flowers in m.
window, born out Of their own fra
GRANGE, rise images OF fancy and pic
aloit waftcd by the delicate perfume
emitted by roses, swoct-scented gerani
ums, heliotropes, etc.
Mol connubial bliss is not what
banker after. 1 am moro than willing
to take minc through observation; ]
don't want it straight.
J Yes, 1 am an old maid. How l like
to dwell upon that word and roll II
like sweet morsel under my tongue.
/ have never, in all my sweet youni
life, even cnvied Shakspcare's toad.
that feasted so sumptuously upon the
vapors of o dungeon. Never, sine
earliest infancy, have / coveted any
thing that was wholly worthless OF
insecure, but let content, like o sweet
p Jtato, sap my life-blood and keep m'
p, rpetually young.
| / give way to mirth on all suitable
occasions. Poverty has no terrors 70.
me, becaus have no loving husband
dependent upon me, wailing for whisky
and cigars. Adorable as the men are
1 feel perfectly safe to skip life's jour
ney DER without one of them holding
my lily-white hand.
Men, as O rule, look so lovable to me
that never meet one, clasp his hand
and look into his eyes bat i feel
W, re one degree less perfect, l would
be tempted to love and marry him, but
- Ali what world of sophistr,
and subtlen IS that word contains L
hangs suspended, like the sword o
Dame clos, al owe my small, pgoud heat
by a single hair DO not for momen
suppose it is gray one, for no foreigi
element turks meath my ebon tresses
dearly love to read of loves yount
dream, and disport myself among
lovers quaint conceits. Why? know
not, unless it be to draw asidS thu cur
tains of my own blissful heart, ant
read there the happy contrast; or, per
haps 1 have been through it all in som
other embodiment, and know hoy
sweet it is.
NY revorie is drawing to close, fas
merging into dreamland, and on
losing my head, or rather nodding il
AS respected uncle of mine once said
ARA WOOL