The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-10-31

I had kept quiet and bfded my time
knowing that the date would come
the horse block as drove up on this
occasion. and I knew before he had
said a word that he was my meat.
ABE" he began, as he rose up
did 1 ever tell you that I had a
brother Sam out West %
mo; you never did"
well, I did have. but have no
longer. He's dead"
TOO bad"
And if you could-could come in
and write-write US a little poetry
about it we'd be obleeged all our lives
long"
But I thought you didn't care for
poetry"
Don't hold that over me now, Abe.
This is a stricken family and no time
to remember that I've said what
shouldn't"
I went in and met the weeping
wife and heard the particulars, and
after drinking glass of buttermiIk
turned out the following, which I en-
titled, The F>risky Horses That
Frisked:"
Joe Taylor had a brother and the
brothers name was Sam,
And Samuel he resided in the west;
A farmer in Dacota, and his pump
kins took the prize
And with a growing family he was
blest.
Joe Taylor's brother Sam to the mead
ow went to NOW
To the meadow that was lying all
so green;
He had a team of horses that were
very full of frisk,
And he never orter hitched them to
the moving old machine.
The team had scarce been driven
around that meadow green,
When the frisky horses frisked and
ran away;
And Joe Taylor's brother Sam took a
header for the earth,
And his neck was neatly broken
like an image made of clay.
They bore him to his farmhouse and
for the doctor rode
But, alas; his life on earth had met
it's close;
No more he'd seek the meadow. or
drive frisky team
No more he'd battle bravely against |
life's many woes.
We sorrow with his widow-we pity
children five,
Our grief it won't subsfde for many |
days;
We haven't any doubt that Samuel |
went aloft.
And is now a-taking comfort in
many, many ways.
Joe. may I kiss Abe for them |
7erses ?" asked Mrs Taylor of her |
nus band. as 1 finished reading them.
You bet you can, and if that hain't |
enough I'll kiss him myself" was the |
hearty reply.
Then, while her tears continued to
all and his chin to CULVER, he added:
Joe, the man who says anything
gain nOPfrV from !
rot to be bigger'n a house to escape a
licking from MEL
got caught once more that day.
rs got along to Farmer Snyder's the
vie beckoned me from the steps, and
vhen L descended from the cart and
she whispered to me that
Ter daughter Sally might not live un-
eSs she could get some of my poetry
o send her beau. 1 tell the story as
was told me:
dy love lies on bed of pain, my love
lies a-moaning,
dy love was kicked by spotted COW all
In the summer cleaning.
fy love he asks for me in vain-he
calls: so, where is Sally?''
Why don't she sit beside me here and
help me for to rally?
Why don't she give me chicken
broth-why don't she jellies feed
Why don't she smooth my marble
orow-oh, why don't Sally heed?"
ii tell you why, my darling Tom, I'll !
tell you why I linger-
II tell you why I'm here at home 9
while duty points her finger. |
climbed an apple tree, my love, to {
sit and mediate
ne limb broke. and down T came
the thud I got was great t
l bed am, as you are. loye-in bed /
with bruises sore 6
ut this will pass and we will meet to e
never part no more
Ient1 H.