The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1908-03-21
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Copyright: 1907: BY Byron wllllam..

Her hair is brown. her face IL sweet!
And Yesterday. when she sat down.
She took the cross seat by my side!
made . blum at reading news,
But Ger my paper stole a look.
Her cheeks are velvety and pink:
Her eyes-she kept upon a book.
Twas '.IsabelIe", or something like.
And she was buried in the same.
wonder who the deuce she is
And what she is, and what's her name,
This city life is pretty fierce!
Just $50 that poor old woman there.
She has basket full of truck.
And In her face are seams of care.
Perhaps she's going down to scrub
In some skyscraper by the lake
Prone on her hands and knees. to rub
Away the filth the needless make!
TUESDAY.
All. here's a bloke! Just snir that
Great snooks, but this Ia lanyard sir!
Sometimes when sit next smell,
It shocks my breakfast egg for fair!
But, anyhow. / wonder who
That girl Is with the dark brown hair!
Her cheeks are like wild apple bloom
That blossoms in the tangled wood.
And in her eyes there glints light
That tells the worldly man she's good.
wish that might know her we'll,
But. sAy-if keep staring thus.
She'll think Just came OF the pike!
THURSDAY.
Last evening something happened US.
When I got on at Plymouth Place.
She sat across the aisle from me
The girl that has the winsome face!
At Quincy street. think 1t was,
An aged lady took the car.
She had an old. gray cloth valise
That spoke OF journeys oft and far.
Most all the men were buried deep
Behind their evening papers there,
And ! got up to give my seat
When I saw silver in her hair.
Just then the car-truck struck q switch
grabbed and missed the dangling
strap!
The next thing, 1 was sitting in
The little brown-haired woman's lap!
well-yes, ] guess that l blushed some
In finding equilibrium!
/ glanced at her and humbly begged
Forgiveness for my awkward fall.
Ste didn't seem to be real mad.
Nor look contemptuous at all.
And Just before the others laughed.
I saw \ twinkle in her eye.
Al that she Strengthened up and flushed
And cross her face there swept cloud
OF anger at the gigsling crowd!
And when she shot one biting glance
Around that car. 1t froze the mirth
OF several fellows who wec. bold
And Uttered with a quaking girth.
I wonder who the woman IL
Or where she works-and what's her
btsf
MONDAY AGAIN.
I've got . raise and Rogers says
THERE'S talk of letting me come in.
And b the Comply in our firm
But anyhow. this amt 80 thin!
I'm going out to Smiths tonight.
Smiths got the SWEETEST little fiat
In all the North side-near the lake.
He's Jolly, too, 10 Smith, and fat.
Somehow. always like to go
Along with Smith to Rogers Park.
His home II happy and his wife
In blithesome as q meadowlark.
She's what Smiths chums call. "swen
all right"
And. on tho level. she Is bright.
TUESDAY.
Well. great horn spoons and other things'
Now what the mischief do you think?
That brown-eyed girl I've met so much
Is Smithy's niece-her name is Brink!
She's just come here from Tennessee
To stop awhile with Mrs. Smith!
I mufred II when she bowed to me:
She seemed some ratified. too. herself.
When we were settled. comfy like.
Just for . quiet tete-a-tete,
She up and gave the joke away!
EXpOSeu 6lSItn anu Whe TIE bAhp
OF how I landed in her 1apf
well-anyhow. I did my best.
And Mrs. Smith she asked me out
To Sunday dinner! I should shout!
WEDNESDAY OF ANOTHER WEEK
took the train on time to-day
And I was lucky. too. ! guess.
For SHE was there and looked immense
In some new-fanEled morning dress!
(She's helping smithy on a case!
wish shed come and work for me
'Twould make q heaven out of work
To have that woman for a clerkD
She welcomed me beside her there
Upon space-say two by four.
And then noticed on her hand
ring! A diamond ring she wore!
1t surely can't be shes engaged!
l wonder, sometimes, why God cheerA
Our hearts with sunbursts and Their
sends
A deluge of His hottest tears!
THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY.