The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1905-08-22

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and halted and formed q ring around
me the leader asked:
"Hain't your cognomen Pilgrim
JoeY'
The same. thank ye." I replied
Are ron a single manT-
REASONABLY single. That Is. I've
got an old woman back In Indiany
whom I haven't seen nor heard Of for
seven years. No tellin' when she'll
turn up. however"
"She don't count" says the man.
Back we're two miles Is a grievin'
wilder. She's been a widder for three
years, and Is grievin' because she can't
catch a man. Her case has appealed 20
our sympathies and tcched our hearts.
Day by day We have sawn her droopin'
and pinin' for a partner. but he has
came not"
Its a case where my Alleviator will
git in its work. / said. After takin'
one bottle. she'll kick up her heels like
a spring colt. and after takin' two she'll
Set out and travel till she finds a
proper man. I've never knowed IL to
fail"
And 1t won't fall this time, cause
whyf Cause we are goin' to take you
along with us and give the wilder q
husband"
But how kin l marry herr"
Easy as pie, and it's got TO be done.
Come on"
| would have resisted with carnal
force, but they was too many for me.
III half an hour we reached the wild
der's, and she come TO the door and
looked me over.
mob.
Il reckon he'll have TO. as there
hain't nothin' better in sight. Old man.
dost sigh for a hirdic!"
Not IA Gu.:.eI sigh, Widder woman.
want to tell you that I've got an old
VIE il Indiany."
Tat that don't h,"T mo. Say that
ven lo"e me as you have never loved
l. core"
refused to do so, and what did that
crowd of critters do? One of en-
claimed to have been a preacher ii
Missouri before he stole Il COW and E1d
10 fee to tie wild. wild west, and t.:
hauled he off my wagon while he SALT!
the marriage ceremony. Then they
threatened me with dire pains and pen.
alties If / "a away, raised their hats
to the late wilder, and a mint later
galloped away and left us cooin' on the
doorstep. They had fastened a rope
around my neck and given her the end
to hold
Joey, dear" she says when they had
departed. why this GOODNESS Of de-
meanor lords your birdie2"
"Git outr' l says.
Does that mean that thou dost no,
love to dwell with me?'
"It dost."
"Dost Il mean that thou wilt not si1
here with re when the sun goes down
and the gloamin' comes and recite
poetry in my car and tell me tales OF
love ana rornance!'
I'm never ever squeeze your hand
Say not so, my Joey. l would that
l could be cast on some fair isle witt
thee, there to dwell forever and for
ever. When the daylight faded softl.
into night; when the stars came fortl
to tell their love; when the great, white
moon looked down uDon Us as VIC whis
pered our tales of love-
Forget it, l yelled.
Forget ii? Never! Not on youl
life. Joey, m frolicsome darling
my pet lamhkin'-
And then ! broke away and ran foI
the wagon. She made a grab for IN,
and missed, and with one tremendou,
bound | reached the seat and put tn
CAD on the Old boss and liberty wa.
mine aCin. The widdcr woman wh'
had lost her Joey followed me for
mile, sometimes gai-in' AMI sometime
losin', but eventually my lucky angel
backed by my wonderful Pilgrim Pail
Alleviator. triumphed Over all things
and she CAV up in despair and turnet
her face homeward. Allus shake tn
bottle before uSin'. NJ. QUAD.