The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1891-03-06
The Story Told in Rhyme.


The Story Told in Rhyme.
/ Editor of the COLUMBIA HERALD.
l read the advertisements in your paper
the other day,
That you wished Il model husband, and
the price that you would pay,
And needing money rather bad To buy
NV Easter dress,
| Thought that 1 would get to work
and try ana do my best.
Now, L am just eighteen, unmarried
slim and tall;
With no chance in view, at present,
but hope to have this fall,
You know all Maury county girls are
of one frame of mind,
And what they want above all things
is that "model husband" to tnd,
And l like detective, with, but this
work i'll view,
Win. ferret out this husband scarce,
before the summers's through.
Yes; eighteen summers have come and
gone, since l first light did see,
In this land of pretty hills and dales in
dear "Old Tennessee"
Yet, 81 remember, L remember the
house where l was born,
The little window where the sun came
peepinglin at mOrn,"
Twas country girl, in early life, my
father titled the soil,
I helped my mother wash the clothes
and make the kettle boil;
Thus spent my childhood days, till
my years had numbered ten,
Then it seemed if happy luck boon
from heaven did send,
NV uncle who was wealthy lived in the
city near by,
Came out to see my mother and said,
III take her rS to the city and send her
there to school,
So that she may grow up wise, and not
become fool,
But my mother loved me dearly and
with reluctance gave consent,
So 1 a moss-back country girl, was to
the city sent.
l was ushered to my uncle's home,
everything so nice and neat,
He lived in a large and stately brick,
on wide and level street,
There met my uncle's wife, L thought
her every grace,
That could adOrn handsome form, or
hold pretty iace,
But ah; learned a thing so soon, that
made my heart feel cold,
She married him not for love, she mar
ried him for his gold,
But my uncle had "a tender heart that
always beat with love,
For her his pretty, angel, wife, and tor
God who dwells above;
Yes; my uncle loved her dearly, and for
her would have died,
And often when she seemed so cold, in
his anguish SObbed and cried.
And my uncle, ever constant, always
nice and kind, the same
In his business and IN his pleasure, he
reyered his cold wife's name.
Yes; he so kind and gentle, whose every
and care
Seemed only to make life a pleasure
and happiness for her,
She had her carriages and tandt IN
teams, and took her morning drive;
With waiting maids, bell boys, and
cooks, the house was all alive,
To her TO the OPERAS, to the
theatre, on excursions, and to all
the shows;
His undylpg love, ran always here, as
the peaceful brooklet flows, -,
And she like some wax inquire, with
heart as cold as ice,
Whose only love-was wine and cards,
to her, it seemed suHlce,
NV youthful years rolled gaily by, and
! now in my "teens"
caused by my uncle's means,
Rut: at is not all gold that glitters,"
the sages old hath said,
One day a boy ran in the school, with a
message '.your uncle,s dead
What pain: What sorrow, l thought
'UwouId break my heart,
l felt as though some murderer, had
pierced me with dart.
NV uncle on coming home one evening,
had chanced to meet
His pretty wife and lady friend, drlV-
ing gaily down the street,
They bowed in recognition, he raised
his hat and smiled
Meier dreaming of the sorrow, that was
to come in so short awhile.
On the corner farther down the street,
some boys to see the fun
Had tied a can to an ugly dog, as they
said to make him run,
The dog went running up the street,
with howis and yelps of pain,
Running first on this side OF street,
then back to that again,
The horse my aunt was driving grew
frightened, turned and ran,
With speed almost terrific, with no
help to stop at hand.
The horse dashed onward up the street,
getting faster every breath,
NV aunt and friend were paralized
with fear, expecting instant death,
My uncle turned, and saw their late,
then bounded to the street,
Grabbed the horse, with all his strength
and threw him off his feeti
The mad and struggling beast lay
cross my uncle's breast,
NV aunt and friend were safe, but 1t
cost her husbands death.
Thus it was my uncle perished, and
lost his noble life,
To save the one, he loved of all, his cold,
yet pretty wife;
And when his heart had ceased to beat,
noble husband died,
The many poor he fed and clothed,
with sorrow wept and cried,
Thus vanished bright futures hope, my
benefactOr dead,
And l must look to my parents poor,
for raiment and for bread.
So I've returned to my fathers home
and here l am to-day,
Waiting for one like my uncle, to call
on me and say.
"COme let's join heart and hand to-
gether, and trip the path of life,
For 1 will be husband true, If you
will be my wife"
And l like alf young giddy girls, will
quickly answer-yeS,
Without even asking ma or pa if they
should think it best,
Now Mr.. Editor, if you find good hus-
band, and think that we can agree,
Put him on the road to prosperity-tell
him to be sure to stop and see me.
MAY BLOSSOM,