The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-01-25
sERILLA's LOVE.
A True Story Just as Serllla Told It
 to Me

A True Story, Just as Serllla Told It
 to Me. When Jason Conklin to Idahoe went Because his Uncle for him sent Saying there was a chance for a smart
 young man. Through all the Village the tidings
 ran, And all said We are sorry Jase must go Far out to the Wilds of Idahoe. Now Jason had loving heart And from me he did hate to part, For he and me had been lovers fond Since the day when l fell into Briggses
 Pond. He dragged me out at the risk of his And promised to be his own dear
 wife. Oh how could let my Jasie go Far out to the Wilds of Idahoe. The night we parted we stood at the
 gate Until the Moon rose very late, And ma come out and begun to scold And said l would catch my death But when she saw we were bathed in She tried to comfort our mournful
 fears, Saying Jase will love you still I know Though he is far in the wilds of Ida
 hoe. We parted I thought my heart would
 break, With sighs and fears to my bed did
 take. But the World rolls on though Hearts
 are torn, I had to rise early the very next morn But the butter would not come for my
 thoughts you know Were far on the road to Idahoe. My Jason wrote to me every week He said he was so homeSick he could
 not sleep. He did not like the folks or the place, He wished he could see my smiling
 face, If he once more to the east could get He never would go west again you bet, He would stay in our town the rest of
 his life With me his dear and loving wife, For never would he ask me to go Far off to the Wilds of Idahoe. Now when years two were passed and gone thought of course Jase was coming For that was the time we had set to
 be wed, But he sent me loving letter instead Explaining why he could not leave And telling me not to worry and ! grieve, 1 Said he in a year I will come I know l To take my bride to Idahoe Another Year passed slowly away ! And l might of married Abner Bray, l Or two other young men who lived
 near our place,
 to Jase, Who wrote to me, Prepare any time to
 6O To home in beautiful Idahoe. Six years have passed and still wait, l know not what was my Jason's fate, His lonely grave l never shall see For it is thousands of miles away from me. He could not be false, he is dead I 1 know, Far out in the wilds of Idahoe. Last month man from the West was here Visiting Mir Silas Geer, Some relation 70 Silas's1wi t#F'iif8 fe4Eef' ltffttt been east before in his
 life. He told them lot of yarns ttat show How the Truth is not respected in i Idahoe. He knew a Jason Conklin he said Who came from Connecticut and had a
 tow head, Snubby nose and big round face That was not much like my handsome
 Jase, He does not amount to shucks says he And Annabelle Geer came straight and
 told me. He said conklin's wife was pretty and
 slack, And ther house was only miners
 shack, They had a few acres Of rocky ground And a crowd of children were crying
 around For he married Widow with three o,
 four, Ana since this marriage there were
 others more. He was not of any account he said, Now was this the man l expected tc
 wed? My Jason Conklin 1t can not be For few young men were as smart az
 he,
 My Jason Conklin it can not be, For if he is alive he is engaged to me, But he lies in a grassy gravs 1 krow, Far off in lne Nilds of Idahoe., And Abner Gray is a bachelor still, And wants me to marry hin, maybe Nnyf1I