The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1907-06-07
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Gone with a Handsomer Man.


I've worked in the field all day, a-plow-
ing the stony streak;
I've scolded my team till I'm hoarse, and
tramped till my legs are weak.
I've choked a dozen swears SO as not to
tell Jane fbs,
When the pillow point struck a stone and
! the handles punched my ribs.
I've put my team in the barn and rubbed
| their sweaty coats;
I've fed 'em a heap of hay and half
| bushel of oats,
And to see the way they eat makes me
like eating feel,
And Jane won't say tonight don't make
out a meal.
Well said, the door Is locked out here
She's left the key
Under the step in a place only known to
Jane and me.
wonder who's dying or dead that she's
hustled off pell-mell;
Here on the table Is a note-probably
this will tell.
Good God, my wife is gone! Ny wife has
The letter it reads. "Goodby, for am
going away.
I've lived with you six months, John, and
I so far I've been true,
But I'm going away to-day with hanGr
somer man than you"
A handsomer man than newly, thaI
! amt much to say;
There's handsomer men than me 60 past
here every day;
!. There's handsomer men than mel amt
of the handsome kind
But a loviner man than l was I'll vow
. she'll never find.
! Curse her Curse her. l say, and give
. my curses wings;
May the words of love I've spoke b
changed to scorpion stings.
Oh, she filled my heart with joy; she
emptied my heart of doubt,
And now with the scratch of pen she
lets my heart blood out.
Curse her Curse her, say l, she'll rue
this day;
. She'll some time learn that hate Ia a game
that two can play.
q And long before she dies she'll grieve she
IS was ever born.
Y And III pillow her grave with hate and
4 seed 1t down to scorn;
And when her face grows pale and when
her eyes grow dim,
:. And when he is tired OF her and she =
y tired of him,
q She'll do what she ought to have done
y she'll coolly count the cost
y Then she'll see things clear, she'll know
r what she has lost,
q. And thoughts that are now asleep viii
N wake up in her mind,
And she'll mourn and cry for what she
has left behind.
~ And maybe she'll sometimes think Of M.
III of me- hut no.
D. I've blotted her out Of my heart and III
not have it SO!
es And yet there was something or othersshs
q had
II. That sort of fastened a man to her, and
bo she wasn't entirely bad,
And she loved me little, I think, a.
though it didn't last;
II But mustn't think of these things-I'vl
H. buried them with the past.
ou III take my hard words back, not make
or bad matter worse;
ar She'll have trouble enough, she shall MOI
Is have my curse.
IN But I'll live a life SO square, and well
~. know that l can;
~ She always will sorry be she went viii
w that handsomer man.
no All, here is her kitchen dress; 1t makes
my poor eyes blur;
re 1t seems when l look at 1t as II 'twerS
ed holding her;
on And there's her week day shoes and
n. there's her week day hat,
ma And yonder is her wedding gown won
60 der she didn't take that.
Twas only this morning she came and
'e called me her dearest dear,
ht And said was making for her a regular
no paradise here.
vi o God, if you want a man to sense tn.
pangs of hell,
Is Before you pitch him in just keep hin
n. in heaven a spell.
al. III worship no woman again, but CUES
n I'll learn to pray
- And kneel as you used to kneel befor,
Gu you ran away.
And if l thought l could bring my word
on heaven to bear,
II thought l had some little influence
there,
ng would pray If only it could be 30
ad That l might be as happy and gay a.
EAR was half an hour ago.
cts Jane
, Why, John, what litter here-you'v
al thrown things all around.
Come, what's the matter, now, and wha
ar have you lost or found?
ere And here's my father here waiting "a
supper, too;
ian I've been riding out with him-he's tbs
md handsomer man than you.
,es Ha, ha, ha Come pa, take a seat Will
inc l put the kettle on
ono And get things ready for tea and III,
my dear old John.
Why, joint you look so strange-com
lsK' what has crossed your track?
was only joking, you know; I'm willin
lon to take it back.
one
e" John
gle Well, if this isn't joke with rather
ere bitter cream,
has 1t seems as if I'd awoke from a might
-, ticklish dream;
We" And think she smells a rat she looks ,
me so queer.
Good Lord, hope she don't; hope 81