West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1905-01-26
THE RURAL POSTMAN.
He Meets Three SOfrOXiul and SYM
pathy- Deserving Cases on
His Mail Route.

hSn got aiOhS 10 uncle i'm
Whites the other day, he gave me
a wink to follow him out to the
barn. thought he might be going
to present me with a bag of oats,
but when he had closed the door
behind US, he began:
Abe. you know / was a widower
for a year and half before took
a second wife7
Yes.
Then l married the Widder Hast
ings. had little talk with you
about it, and you don't seem to like
the widder. You SAID her hair was
too red, her jaw too sot, and her
nose turned up too much. You
limited that she would either boss
things or raise a row.
Yes, think remember.
But / went right on and married
her, sighed Uncle Jim. That red
hair looked like old gold to me, and
couldn't see anything wrong with
her jaw or nose.
Well, / asked.
Wallj Abe, she amt no angel.
She's fur from 1t. She's maxim a
heap o. trouble fur me. She's taken
hold to boss things, and the way
Pm elbowed about is semethin' aw-
fu!. I've called you out here to
ask you how to go to work to git a
divorce. I'm goin' to have one if
it costs me the farm.
wouldn't rush things, Uncle jim.
II you take firm stand she'll have
to give in.
Not bit of it, Abe-not a bit OF
it. / took a firm stand one day last
week, and the first thing | knew a
stick of stove wood whlzzed by my
ear. l started to box her ears, and
she bit me in four places. What
want is a divorce, and / want il
quick.
oh, you do. says the second wife,
as she softly opens the barn door
and walks in with a club in her hand.
After swearing that you would hang
yourself if I didn't marry you, you
turn around and say I'm no angel
and want divorce. I'll tell YOU
what you want, Jim White. You
want this-and thIs-and this.
She got in three good whacks of
her club before Uncle Jim could get
out doors, and, as made for my
cart, he was flying through the orch
ard in snow six inches deep and she
was close after him.
My next stop was at Farmer Joe
Taylor's, and found trouble there.
The farmer beckoned me from the
front door, and | entered the house
to find him looking like a funeral
and his wife in tears.
Have any of your COWS died, or
dog got among your sheep2 I asked,
as they received me in sorrowful
silence.
It's wuss'n that-fur wuss, replied
the farmer, with grief in his voice.
Abe, you know our gal Mony7
OF course.
Well, she's got a fit.
Then, why don't you send for a
doctor
II isn't that sort Of TT. She's
got fit to be an actress and go on
the stage.
would tread the boards and re
celve the plaudits OF the admiring
multitude, exclaimed Molly, as she
made her entrance from the parlor
in true dramatic style.
A tear rolled down the fathers
cheek and the mother Rroaned in
despair.
walk beneath the outrageous
oaks, continued Motley, as she
strobe up and down the room. and
me heart tells me that Lord Fairfax
will seek me here and ask me To- be
bis own. ] have known him but
three short weeks, and yet how
much can be crowded into zr DAYS .
know be adm:red me from the
FIRST. A young girls heart never
deceives her. When Lord Fairfax
laid his sbapely hand on my head
and smoolhed down my golden
trcsses and said that Ireminded him
Of an angel floating among the azure
clouds, then 1 knew realized
me heart told me
went out INTO the woodshed
with The farmer and his wife. and
when the door had been closed be-
hind us, be said
Abe you see how it is
Yes.