Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1898-02-10
Yet the thought of thee, fair lady,
Does my deepest being move.

Yet the thought OF thee, fair lady
| Does my deepest being move.
| Were l only sure to please thee,
Labor then were pure delight;
All my sorrows were forgotten,
All my wrongs would then be right.
Let me, then, this tribute send you
Of loves offering not the least;
This advice: You'll always prosper
If you use Brown Brothers Yeast!"
Light sweet bread your home will
gladden.,
Ne'er shall you Or yours repine.
Watch the mail, t will bring a sample
From your faithful Valentine.
L don't understand. Is this is "a
jest, Mr.. Farmer?" l asked, the tears
almost in my eyes.
Not at ALL What must you think
Of me, Miss Ma shall, to ask such
question? There is a young fellow
here from our town, he used to be in
mothers Sunday school class, and he's
in the yeast business, and l helped
him get out these things, that's all.
He hurt his hand last week, and can't
write very well, so I copied a lot of
these on my machine and directed
them from list he gave to me- The
poetry is his own composition, and
he's rather proud of it."
"Oh," said I, in deepest confusion.
feeling keenly my loss of dignity be-
| fore the man whose opinion 1 valued
most
With more tact than l should have
given him credit for he did not look at
me for few moments, but went on
! talking.
I thought it was pretty good my
| self, and, since my effort the other day,
l have good deal of respect for fell
low who can write any kind of poetry"
| Ifen after a pause. IF | dared, I
should like to tell you what l tried to
say in verse, and failed"
l couldn't think of anything to say,
so | only sat still, and felt frightened,
and half as if wanted to stop him,
and half as if 1 didn't. And then he
! said what can't write down even here.
and there is no need to, for I shall new
er forget it, and no one but he and I
will ever know what we talked about
for the rest of our drive. But he con-
WINGED me that mother was mistaken.
that he had liked me from the first,
and very soon had grown to love me.
He said he felt that understood him.
And that is why he went to dances and
places he didn't care for, and he had
| been very jealous of poor Will, quite
| miserable about it, he assured me, and
told him what was quite true. that 7
had never in my life really cared for
! any man before, and he said l was the
orly girl he had ever loved
He is just two years and one month
older than l. so our birthdays come on
| the same day of the month-the 18th
which we both think rather odd, and
my middle name being Winifred, our
; middle initials are the same, and it is
name he has always been particularly
fond of, So he is going to call me by it
when we are alone.
When we reached home | told him
lie had better not come in. I wanted
to tell mother first. She happened to
meet me in the hall. l don't know how
she knew, but mcher just looked in
my face a moment, and then she came
up and put her arms around me and
kissed me, and said with a little trem-
BILE in her voice:
L gave you good advice, my child,
but you are no wiser than your
mother was. You have done just what
she did thirty years ago, and God grant
you have got as good husband"
Then we both cried a little and felt
better, and when Will came in the
evening mother saw him for him
Poor fellow! Mother feels very sorry
for him and SO do I, only it seems as il
he were the kind of man to get over
such a thing quicker than soma
others. 1t would have been quite an
other matter with George, but then he
is different from most men. I never
knew anyone like him.-Milwaukee
Sentinel.