Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1908-12-10

but still fair with beauty of the
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
as she looked up at him he was still
the stalwart youth, the touch of whose
strong hand once made her heart beat
so 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 | could SIT in the
door and see the river loopin' along
all blue an silver, and the low hills
beyond, with their black pine woods
an the sunshine falling through, and
all 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
more beautiful than that was. lookin'
down this side the knoll. There's a
big bunch most beyond your hand,
jes drippin' 18th Juice"
And one day you cut down the
big elms at the back there"
Hated to. A tree allus seems to
me to have a life of its own, most
as much as man has. don't feel no
assurance / amt settin' sperrit free.
But there, who knows Anyway it
cleared a slightly spot for you on
tother side"
81 don't care I wisht that swamp
could be struck by lightnin fust,'
"Iightnin' never struck a hull ten
acre lot at onst."
1T might set fire to it"
AN burn up somebody's wood lot!
Why, Hubby, I'm 'shamed on YET"
you orter be, I'm shamed on my
self. But ! feel jes' so We amt got
many years TO live, as you say; and
promised land an hev Laury see It, /
do no as Asad care so much. Laury
likes it open all about her. Shed stay
here more Shed hey her colored
chalks out in 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 a
real gift for drorin' But there, she
won't Le here tell Christmas time.
Sakes ali re, father, what a Christmas
IT'D be 18th that swamp burned up"
well, well, wife. as long as we've
got each other, an the children, here
and in heaven, and enough to keep the
wolf from the door"
Il know. And I'm silly. An the
dear Lord knows | amt maxim no
fuss. I'm jes' sayin' what I'd like. l
did useter love that sight-an' the
Lord made it, My, | guess he loved
beautiful thin's, tew set by it. I'm
happy as thin's are; but I'd be happier
of that was throwed in"
Like a chrome down to the store
wen you're tradin' your butter Wal,
it's time / give E~indle her supper, an
she give me mine. | hope the day'H
be long o. comm wen can't milk my
COW an take her sweet breath all
made o. clover blows THERE guess
the birds may have all I've left.
There's a bunch on top for luck Yes,
there they be, comm after ii now.
You cant make jeli 18th them grapes,
they're too ripe, little mother
They'll make sweetmeat, all right"
AN the's nothin' nicer'n your grape
sweetmeat 18th my meat But Lor'
sakes, I guess you'd cook sawdust so't
would be tasty I'm glad we've got
suthin to cook with--not like them
city folks. dependin on coal an none
TO depend on. That's a noble wood
pile we've got There's nothin' Ike
bein' forehanded, Come, it's gittin'
dampish, an you'd better be thinkin'
O. your rheumatcs. Ell they'd dreen
that swamp you wouldn't be hsvin