West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1903-10-01
HONEST ABE, U. 5. N.
Tie Becomes Rural Poet as Well RS a
Rural Letter Carrier in the Interests
of Lover.

otc mere Aoc m IN heap OF trouble
and ready TO hang myself.
Been buying green goods in New York l
asked.
OF course not. None of them felIers can
come over me. Did you know was sparkin
Sarah Peters
Seems to me heard something about Il.
I've been spaIkin her for year now and
W. are as good as engaged. I should have
popped the question las, week II -sunthin
hadn'i happened.
Old man order>you off ?
Noap. Old man and old woman are all
tight. It's that's city feller who is taking
his vacation at Jed Holden's has got sor, Of
struck ON Sarah and is writing her poetry.
Sarah always did take to poetry and she is
beginning TO think the feller about forty
| times smarter than am. lie sends hei
poem every single day and / bslleve she
sleeps with them under her pillow It's got
to that point that I've got TO git up aud do
sunthin OF lose Sarah
Can't you run the feller OFF asked.
lie don't look as If he would scare I've
thought il all over and don't see but one
way I've got to become poet and beat
him a, his own game. That is. you've got
to write some for me. Everybody is talkin
about the way you can write verses and If
you'll only help me out in this I'll pay you
any price. I'd have you go and talk to
Sarah and tell her that the United States
Government expected her to marry me aud
would raise a row il she didn't but she's pot
a way Of sassin back and she'd he sure to
git mad over il. IL sling poetry at her,
however-poeiry to beat that city feler's
poetv--she'll be callin me her darlin Bill
in less than two weeks. Will you help me
Abe
told him would aud we go, pencil
| aud paper and we went To the barn and sat
down together. In few minutes had
turned out Dose No One as follows:
She's tall and far. with chestnut hair,
And eyes of dreamy blue;
And will bet my dollars yet
That Sarah will be true.
That's the stuff, said Bill as he read II.
You begin by praisin her aud end up by
shown confidence. She isn't very tall aud
her hair is more straw. colored than chestnut
but she'll purr around like kitten after
readn that. Abe, l ain't sure whether
Shakespeare wrote poetry or ran cider
mill but I'm certain that you bea, him all
boiler. Gimme another.
| n,e. M Two read ne foilou.s.
The nightingale may sing his song,
The robin pipe his lay,
The bob-o-Iink may bob around
In almost any way.
The blue bird he may trill his trll,
The whip-pooF-wiIl may cheer,
But Sarah's song can beat they all
And bring the falling tear
by thunder Abe, says Bill when had
finished, but no critier on the face of the
earth ever beat thatl Sarah has got three
songs that she sings in a mournful voice and
is very proud of and you have worked in
the falling tear slick as grease i told her
once she could beat any crow at singing and
here you've worked in blue birds, robins,
nighingales and all the rest. Abe that city
feller won't stand the ghost of a show after
she reads that. Now then can't you work
in sun,hin about my feelin bad and not
wanln to live without herr
/ though, could and did and il read;
The sky is overcast tonight,
The wind is blowing drear;
And as | sit and think and think
And shed the lonely tear,
II seems to me that 'tis no use
To struggle any more;
But that I'd better hang myself
And have the struggle DER.
Yes, would seek lonely grave
And here no longer stay,
Because my love is not returned,
And I am in the way.
Abe you have saved my life, said Bill as
nc reached out his hand and almost crushed
every bone IN mine. There isn't gal IN ell
these United States who can read them
verses and mot weep over them and once
you git gal TO weepin over feller she IS
his. I'm telling you that within three
hours after she reads she'll be making up
faces and throwing turnips at that dry goods
clerk from town. Now then, hadn't you
better write something to case her mind
little? n she thinks I'm going to kill my
self she may cry al night.
Ills idea sFUeS me as being a good one
and I dashed Of the foilowing'
Ba, sec. the sky is clearing up,
The wind Is but a sigh
The harvest moon Is bursting forth
TO hit me in the eye
Perhaps I'd better iarfy on,
Aud wait little while,
And see if my dear Sarah won't
Indulge me with a smile.
Sixty bushels TO the acre and not peek
less, shouted Bill as he rose up to swing his
hat and dance a jig. Abe you'll never have
to buy another bushel Of potatoes as long IS
you liyel One hour ago vas thinking Of
suicide and a lonely grave under Inc wilIers.
! am now thinkin Of liyin hundred years
and bein buried under the hollyhocks when
I die. Just wind the thing up IN q nice way
and am your friend for life.
Ny time was up but could not leave my
work unfinished and the band wound up
with
guess 7 will live and guess viii stay,
Aod guess I will 60 over tomorrow,
Aud ask my dear Sarah II she will consent
To share with ny joy and my sorrow.