The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1902-05-09
HANSAH's COUSINS LAMENT.

q udu a AOhCfs uAdNc anu true.
His head was black. his whiskers.
too,
But alas. alack his whiskers gone
That's why I'm signing all fOrlorn. 81
Dear Editor: All your readers are
familiar with the first two lines Of the
above stanza, hit having appeared in
your paper some 10 or Is years ergo,
and dare say You to hav not disre-
membered.
I'm a powerful hand fur poetry my
self, and having sich a great enter
lectual capacity hav writ a good deal
of hit myself But / had a great ad-
vantage which other poor gals did not
hav, and that was having fur my
teacher a man whose genius never
fursook him; a man whose soul Inspir-
ing lines thrilled you like an electric
shock, and gushed forth as hit was,
like the oil wells of Texas. Nothing
under the stars could stop that man,
fur genius cannot be impressed, or sup
pressed either fur that matter
But as | was er saying he taught my
young ideas how to shoot at poetry
and, alas, alack at love as we'll Fur
l acknowledge hit with bowed head
and beating hart Yes. oh yes /
loved him, and even at this late day
wus | to let loose the feelings so long
suppressed the Herald force would
think dynamite explosion had took
place in London. Still, in looking
back | cannot blame myself for no.
body knows the love light that shined
in his languishing heavenly eyes, as he
use to say "Dottie. - That was his
pet name fur me, and even as | write
it, it almost gives me a congestive
chill. Many, many, is the time hav
heard him say:
''Dottie, Dottie, Dottie, kissing is no
harm,
Dottie, Dottie. Dottie, come to Doctors
arms. -
But | must not retrospect, but |
hasten on, and proceed, fur the time
has come when | don't hav to stand in
the middle of delima, surrounded
on all sides by quandary and fur
somebody else hold my tongue. Death
the CRATE healor of human wounds has
unsealed my lips and the world shall
know him as he are.
Yes, hit shall know of my breaking
hart,
Pierced through and through by
Oh the terrible, terrible, unknown
shocks,
Received at the hands of my faithless
Doc
You hav all red the story of poor
Hannah Mariah Hunnicut. Well, Mr..
Editor, that poor gal was er fifth cousin
to my dear departed step mother, and
being 80 closely kin loved her like
sister. Well, the long and the short of
he matter wus that she come visit
ng of me, and thar she met my
over. The man of my choice. The
nan who had promised
BY all the gods of heaven and earth,
That l should be his 'n-better or
worse.
Well, he begun to sprout poetry to
Ter by the yard, and some times he
would give her a whole bolt at once.
POOR gal she wus one of them clinging
orts-''ivy to the vine, you know.
10 unsofsticated, pure, simple, honest,
nd she drunk hit in as er flower
rink the due. But | took hit all
having er general
enevolence fur all mankind you know,
ntil one never to be forgotten day
etched him reading to her Love,
ourtship and Marriage. " Now who
an read them lines, so full of sup
ressed emotion, without feeling of
we thrilling there harris to the suffica-
on of there bodies; and I knew then
nd thar that Hanah (poor gall had
iught the disease, and would never be
le same gal ergin.
Well, 1 tried to reason with myself
but alas. alack
1ilosphy went to the four winds, and
lman natur come to the front. And
confronted them with all the dignity
er outraged queen. Err trying posi-
on you will say, to lady of my
fnement and edercation; but blood -
i'll tell, and as they looked into my
ce and seed my determined mean ~
I'd flashing eyes they recoiled in 10 ~
rror painful to witness. M
civilian" sed l, chow dare you MI
ok me in the face?' Fur thar he pr
bod like whipped cur in dog a.!
hit. Hanah poor gal wus er trem- NJ,
ing and er shaking like er hen in WI
g rain and er taking her in my po
ms bid him look upon his work. OF
Now, sed |, you are nothing em.
ore to me" and in my rath l wus lu,
proud as er peafowl, and pointing -;
= finger exclaimed in grandilo- ~, ris
ence air, ~
Flee, oh flee, you must leave in rum me-
30, oh, flee! PAS here with his gun ar
ee, oh, flee See how he pants;
ee, oh, flee! He has no chance. !" or
Fur jest then pap turned the corner, sus
spot, our dog, at his heels. and wo
fore that doctor realized his danger dol
OF had the rear part of the skirt An
his coat in his mouth er bring
, hit to me. I'd
My dream of love ended then and
II. And you know how poor Han
rs ended. Dead dead dead Her
ing life ended, and all fur love.
, said to me as she left me that :.
she, "Consin, furgive me, fur few
is only too true [ loved your poet, me
never thought that you would ped
know it. wol
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