Feliciana sentinel., 1892-10-01
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fsrticuiarN epast tAis tine Of year II
Wisn nAxv6stin' IL done.
An hayins Ass begun,
An, Early ceen ieshAS6nin In tho car. pl
You'd IKE = hev - saal you bout my SAss \,
A, why I'm alck ~ III alone ~ iast' '"
why. yes. IA kind of IKE 81
10 ten you bout It, Ike, t.
Since you ve been kind enough TO stop an As@- s.
It's twenty years sinoe me an Liza came
An settled down here on this timber claim
The land was Wild an new a
An neighbour mighty few. =
An all around here there was lots o game
! don't believe there ever wss king q
1nat felt ez big ex did long the spring.
That this sod house was done.
An Liza he'd begun
nm -itt thtnRy she'd thought to bring. I
q, coarse we made pretty modest start.
Fer wealth an us Was mighty fur apart
bot s.ill We didn't mind
Ell we was some behind
The latest styles. fer we WAS fich NJ he"i~ .
There's allers lots o, work when you begin
To make a farm where grass he1 alters pee"
But everything looked prisht
With sort O. rainbow light
So pulled OF my coat an wadeo IN.
One day chap. that couldn't spell ner sda,
Come round TO see sort o ooara we nao-
We see IN. Nome to stay,
An wauidn'. 81 away.
Fer Liza was his ma an M ais dao
Iueyer see 20 pert . chap ez him,
An full q mischief clean up to the brim:
An alters In fer fun,
Fore he could walk er run;
An, 40 we called him Little Frtsky jim |
An, when his mother made him his first pan's |
You ort TO seen that little feler pranee.
half believed the cniio
Was really goin wild
The way he'd rim around an Jump IN ""n'''
One day the wind got on a sort sorts o. ,sr, sv'r''
An fetched around TO us q BABY 9iri.
She had . pretty smile
Staid with her all the while;
An 80 we called her Little Laughing feasA
An. them two little ones so pure an bright.
1hey filled this old sod house plum ruii o hSo.
made 'em lots o toys
An helped 'em with their noise,
An used to like to watch EN- sleep s' nAs"@
An, Liza. every special pleasant day,
Would send EN- out around the place TO play.
alters like to see
EN- come to bother me
An, ask me things an git round In the way.
On rainy days when they was KEEP inside
Fore any other sort O. game was tried,
They'd say: Please, Daddy, please
Git on your hands an knees
An 60 I'd be a hoss fer them TO rioe.
An, that's the way things went about Ave year,
had a little branch HehNeh ueie'
II want gold paVeu noot
Nor pearly gate fer door
erhat made il so; but it was love and cheer
somehow kind O. thought 'twould alters ee
The same sunshiny place for them an me-
TILL sudden like one-day,
Jim run away to play
tn wonder Jest beyond where we could see
poor little PEARL she wasn't yit quite four.
An. stil she grieved fer Jim ez much er more
Than Liza did, er me-
An il was hard to see
Her lonesome like a playin round the door.
An by an by, ono still an starry night,
Her little face seemed more than eoumo
An ez she quiet lay,
.Oh Jim,' We heard her say,
An, than she went forever from our sight
An there was Liza now an me heart-sore'
Jest left again the way we was pe1ore
The little ones he'd come
To share our sod house home,
Exceptin' that we loved each otncr more.
7, seemed to me tibet Liza was my share
Ell part O. them loved he'd TO spare;
But Jest fer Pearl an Jim
God called her Up to him,
An maybe she was needed over there.
But after she was gone I couldn't see
Ez itwas much odds how things went with m
An So year after year,
Two lest been stayin' here,
Half way bctwixt what's been an what 70
An ever since the first o. this sick spell
I've half been hopin that Ia not glt ~cli.
don't keer much TO stay,
With them all gone away:
~The place is lonesomcr than can tell
Yes thank you. Ike; bleve I'd like dr'riR
j aip't no worse, Jest kind o weak, 1 think
How bright tits everywhere!
Iyha, soft, warm, dreamy air:
An great big fow.-.s. red an white an pink
Jest listen Ike. hear 'em sing somewhere!
An there's a shinin' river over there,
An near the glistenin sands
great big city stands
An there's fock of angels in the air
Outside the place piece, yit middlin nish'
Isee little sod house bout ez high
Ez this, but lots more trim,
There's Liza, Pearl an Jim
A-peck'nn' me to come. Dear Ike, good'oS
Harry E. Mills, in Chicago Advanc