Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1907-06-08
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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 plow 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 NEAL
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.
l 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 gonel My wife has
gone astray:
The letter it reads "Good-by, for l am
going away.
I've lived with you six months, John, and
so far I've been true,
But I'm going away to-day with hand
somer man than you"
handsomer man than newly, that
amt much to say;
There's handsomer men than me go past
here every day;
There's handsomer men than me- amt
of the handsome kind
But loviner man than / was I'll vow
she'll never find.
Curse her Curse her, say, and give
my curses wings
May the words of love I've spoke be
changed to scorpion stings.
oh, she filled my heart with joy; shs
emptied my heart of doubt,
And now with the scratch of a pen she
let's my heart blood out.
Curse herd Curse her, say l, she'll rue
this day;
She'll some time learn that hate Is game
that two can play.
And long before she dies she'll grieve abe
was ever born,
And I'll pillow her grave with hate and
seed it down to scorn;
And when her face grows pale and when
her eyes grow dim,
And when he is tired of her and she Ia
/ tired of him,
She'll do what she ought to have done
she'll coolly count the cost
= Then she'll see things clear, she'll know
what she has lost,
And thoughts that are now asleep will
wake up in her mind,
And she'll mourn and cry for what she
has left behind.
And maybe she'll sometimes think of mo,
of me, but no,
I've blotted her out of my heart and I'll
not have it so
And yet there was something or other sha
had
That sort of fastened a man to her, and
she wasn't entirely bad,
And she loved me little, l think, al
though it didn't last;
But mustn't think of these things-I'vs
buried them with the past.
I'll take my hard words back, not make
a bad matter worse;
She'll have trouble enough, she shall not
have my curse.
But I'll live life so square, and l well
know that | can;
She always will sorry be she went with
that handsomer man.
All, here is her kitchen dress; II makes
my poor eyes blur;
} 1t seems when l look at 1t as II 'twero
holding her;
And there's her week day shoes and
there's her week day hat,
And yonder is her wedding gown-I won
der she didn't take that
Twas only this morning she came and
called me her dearest dear,
And said | was making for her a regular
paradise here.
o God, if you want a man to sense the
pangs of hell,
Before you pitch him in just keep him
in heaven a spell.
I'll worship no woman again, but guess
I'll learn to pray
And kneel as you used to kneel before
you ran away.
And if l thought could bring my words
on heaven to bear,
II l thought l had some little influence
there,
I would pray If only it could be so
That l might be as happy and gay as I
: was half an hour ago.
Why, John, what a litter here-you'vs
, thrown things all around.
Come, what's the matter, now, and what
have you lost or found?
And here's my father here waiting for
supper, too;
l I've been riding out with him-hes that
! handsomer man than you.
TIa, ha, ha Come, pa, take a seat while
? l put the kettle on
q And get things ready for tea and kiss
my dear old John.
Why, John you look so strange-come
what has crossed your track?
l was only joking, you know I'm willing
+ to take it back.
John
, Well, if this isn't a joke with rather 8
a bitter cream,
8 1t seems as if I'd awoke from a mighty
:, ticklish dream;
And think she smells rat she looks Al
me so queer.