The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-05-18

and n you only clip In now Bill WIN
| be saved"
When I reached the Taylor place II
was 30 nsar noon that baited the
horse and got bite for myself. and
then ] took Bill In hand and said:
How ID II about you and the Widow
Jonesf'
II love ber. Abe. and am going TO
marry her"
Won't nothing turn your
"Not even earthquakes. Dad Is sot
and man Is sot. but that makes no DIFF.
ference 10 me. I'm glad you come
along. ] want to send word 10 her that
I'll be true II we have to wait hun
| dred years" ~ sss
"How would you like to say 30 III po-
<etryY
"Wiil you do II for me. Abe--wiil you
DO itY' he asked as be gripped my
hand and shook II. "If you'll write
some poetry for me and take II to her
Ill agree to keep you In tatsfs and tur.
nips for life"
We went 10 his room, and he got me
a sheet Of foolscap and pencil and pa
per, and ! wrote:
Oh, Widow Jones. love thee still;
love thee with love
That can't be busted here on earth
Nor yet In realms above.
They say your hair II red. my love,
But don't better know7
Can not see the auburn shade
TO match the sunsets glow7
They say youll lead me by the nose,
And you'll the trousers wear, +
But amt willing 70 be led
BY one so plump and fairf
They say you stand upon q log
And. manlike. chop away
But we will chop together, love.
When comes that happy day.
Oh. widow Jones 80 passing fair.
Be ever loving true.
And don't forget your loving BIZ.
Who'll s'er Be true TO you.
"Abe." said Bill when had finished
and read the verses to him. II can't
tell you how grateful am. can only
say that II our old spotted cow ever
kicks you I'll knock her burned horns
on next mlnutew
] agreed to stop and see the Widow
Jones and leave the poetry. and when
reached hsr house and she had read
the verses and smiled and wept over
them ! asked:
"welI, widow. what are you going to
do about itf'
"l'm going TO marry Bill Taylor." she
eeterminedly replied. 'They say he's
Just making fool of me, but know
better. Bill loves me as an OK loves
cornmeal Would he pour out his
heart this way II he didn't? Yon wrote
the poetry. know. but he did the
pouring. Bill won't be twenty-one for
six months yet, and his father can keep
Us apart for that time.. but after that
our spirits will mingle aud soar togeth.
er. and don'tysa forget It, lie says
he'll be true to ple. and want him to
know that III ps the same, Abe. do as
much for me as you have done for him
write me some verses, j know you
won't take any money for 1t, bnt I'll
make your wife rag carpet or crazy
quilt as d present. Write me some
thing that Bin can wear next to his
heart and feel that am thinking Of
him every hour in the day"
| had ten minutes to spare, and |
wanted TO oblige the widow, and so |
sat down and dashed OF:
Oh. william Taylor. list to me
And believe in what say
when declare that all my thoughts
Are with you night and dayl
II now end then seize the az
And cause the chips to fly,
Don't doubt my love. my dearest Bill.
And lay thee down and die.
They'll tell you that my hair Is red.
That you'll be henpecked sore.
That / shall boss. and you'l obey.
And other things galore
But don't you believe EN-. dearest one.
Nor believe OF Sarah III.
But stick TO her as she will stick
To her true hearted Bill.
"How will that do?' | asked as the
poem was finished and red ink bor.
der drawn around II.
The widow was affected to tears and
sobs, and when l left she said she
would send the poem to Bill that very
evening by the hands Of her hired girl
Two days later. as l drove by Taylor's,
Bill waved his hat to me from the
cornfeld. and | knew. that he had cnt