Daily public ledger. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1892-191?, 1908-12-12

She was old now,
but still fair with beauty of the
spirit blossomed out on the pale face
whose smile was sweet as ever. Her
husband, tall and thin and brown,
glanced at her now and then as if he
still saw the loneliness she wore when
he brought her home. his wife. And
rs she looked up at him he was still
the stalwart youth. the touch of whose
strong hand once made her heart beat
30 madly. Their children were all
gone; some to the further life, some
returning for a holiday.
ITO think" she said, that the day
you fetched me here l could sit in the
ioor and see the river loopin' along
III blue an silver. and the low hills
eyond, with their black pine woods
n the sunshine falling through. and
/ the wide mash an the haystacks.
an the colors changin' on EN-. 1t
seemed to mel do no what it
seemed TO me! oh. heaven can't be no
mere beautiful than that was, lookin'
down this side the knoll. There's
big bunch most beyond your hand,
1es' drippin 18th juice
"knd one day you cut down the
big elms at the back there"
Hated to. A tree allus seems to
me 10 have a life of it's own, most
as much as a man has, | don't feel no
assurance l amt settin' a sperrit free.
But there, who knows. Anyway it
cleared a slightly spot for you on
other side"
Il don't care. | wisht that swamp
N'be struck by lightnin' fust!"
htnin' never struck a hull ten
at onst"
ght set IRE TO IT,"
urn up somebody's wood lot!
Idly. I'm 'shamed on YET"
ter be, I'm 'shamed on my.
feel jes' so. We amt got
to live, as you say; and
see that likeness of the
~. ma. nd an hev Laury see It,
do mo- al. sad care so much. Laury
likes Il open all about her. Shed stay
here more. Shed hev her colored
chalks outCn no time. Them paintin'
people down in PEBBLES pastur d may
be- give her some hints. An you
know the minister said Laury he'd
real gift for drorin'. But there, she
won't be here tell Christmas time.
Eaies alive. father, what a Christmas
nd be 18th that swamp burned up"
swell. well. wife, as long as we've
eot each other. an the children, here
and IN heaven, and enough to keep the
welt from the door"
II know, And I'm silly An the
dear Lord knows l amt maxim no
fuss. I'm les sayin' what I'd like.
ala useter love that sight-an' the
Lord made it. My, / guess he loved
Beautiful thin's, tew. set by it. I'm
happy as thln's are; but I'D be happier
ct that was throwed in"
Like a chrome down to the store
wen you're tradin' your butter. Wal,
it's time give Brindle her supper, an
she give me mine. | hope the dayll
he long o. comm wen can't milk my
COW an tfke her sweet breath all
made O. clover blows. THERE guess
the birds may have all I've left.
There's q bunch ON top for luck. Yes,
thore they be, comm after 1t now.
B You can't make jeIi 18th them grapes,
+ they're too ripe. little mother.
They'll make sweetmeat. all right"
an the's nothin niecr'n your grape
nwoatmeat 'ith my meat. But. Lor'
aakes. guess you'd cook sawdust so't
would DO tasty. I'm glad we've got
nuthln' to cook with-not like them
city folks. dependln' on coal an none
~ dcp8nd or. Thnt's a noble wood
biio we've rps. There's nothln' like
hahn torahanded. Come, it'a gittin'
anmplnh. an you'd better be thinkin'
n yonr rheumatlce. ~ they'd droen
u.s. swamp you vppldn't DO hasin'