Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1908-01-09

Her stop the car at wilson street.
! I've noticed in my daily ride.
Her hair is brown, her face Is sweet
And yesterday, when she sat down.
She took the cross seat by my sidel
II made a bluff at reading news,
But Ger my paper stole a look.
Her cheeks are velvety and pink
Her eyes--she kept upon a book
Twas Isabelle, or something Ike
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 iercei
Just see that poor old woman there.
She has a 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 makel
TUESDAY.
All, here's blokei Just sniff that
! Great snooks. but this Is lanyard airi
! Sometimes when sit next smell
1t shocks my breakfast egg for fart
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 a light
That tells the worldly man she's good.
wish that 1 might know her well,
Might call to see her when I like
But, say-if I keep staring thus,
She'll think I just came off the pikel
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 It 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 saw silver in her hair.
Just then the car-truck struck switch
I grabbed and missed the dangling
strap
The next thing was sitting in
The little brown-haired woman's lap
Well--yes, guess that / blushed some
In finding equilibrium
glanced at her and humbly begged
Forgiveness for my awkward fall.
She didn't seem to be real mad,
Nor look contemptuous at all.
And just before the others laughed,
{ saw a twinkle in her eye.
At that she Strengthened UP and flushed
And cross her face there swept a cloud
OF anger at the giggling crowd
And when she shot one biting glance
Around that car. it froze the mirth
Of several fellows who were bold
And Uttered with Quaking girth.
( wonder who the woman is
Or where she works-and what's her
biz?
MONDAY AGAIN.
rye got raise and Rogers says
There's talk of letting me come in,
And be the Comply in our firm
But anyhow, this amt so thinl
I'm going out to Smiths tonight.
Smiths got the SWEETEST little fiat
In all the North sde-near the lake.
He's jolly, too, is Smith, and fat.
Somehow, I always like to go
Along with Smith to Rogers Park.
His home is happy and his wife
Is blithesome as a meadowlark
She's what Smiths chums call, "Swell,
all right
And, on the 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 Smithys niece-her name is Brink!
She's just come here from Tennessee
To stop awhile with Mrs Smith!
muffed it when she bowed to me-
She seemed some ratified, too, herself!
When we were settled, comfy like,
Just for a quiet tete-a-tete,
She up and gave the joke away!
Exposed to Smith and wife the snap
OF how l landed in her lap
Well--anyhow, did my best,
And Mrs. Smith she asked me out
To Sunday dinner! 1 should shout!
WEDNESDAY OF ANOTHER WEEK.
took the train on time to-day
And was lucky, too, guess,
For SHE was there and looked immense i
In some new-fangled morning dress
(She's helping Smithy on a easel
I wish she'd come and work for me-
'Twould make a heaven out of work
To have that woman for a clerkD
She welcomed me beside her there
Upon a space-say two by four,
And then noticed on her hand
ringl A diamond ring she wore!
It surely can't be she's engaged!
1 wonder sometimes, why God cheers
Our hearts with sunbursts and then |
A deluge Of His hottest tears!
THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY.
That wasn't anybody's ring
But hers-and now she's wearing mine
I told Smith yesterday out home.
And Smthy he was really fine!
He took my hand and pressed 1t hard /
And when I up and kissed his wife,
He only laughed, and called me "pard," |
And said he hoped our path of life
Would be an endless summer day,
With roses blooming all the wayi
And as for her-why, bless her heart,
III shield her ever from alarms
She said she scarce could say me nay
Since had tumbled in her arms!
Disappointment.
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