River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1908-12-10

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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 madIy Their children were all
gone; some to the further life, some
returning for holiday
'To 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 'em. It
seemed to mel do no. what it
seemed to me! Oh, heaven can't be no
more beautiful than that was, lookin'
big bunch most beyond your hand,
1es' 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 l amt settin' a sperrit free
But there, who knows. Anyway it
cleared a slightly spot for you on
t'other side"
Il don't care I wisht that swamp
could be struck by lightnin' fust!"
'Tightnin' never struck a hull ten
acre lot at onst."
"It might set fire to it."
"An' burn up somebody's wood lot!
Why, Hubby, I'm 'shamed on ye!"
"You orter be, I'm 'shamed on my
self But feel jes so. We amt got
many years TO live, as you say; and
I'd like to see that likeness of the
do no. as Asa'd care so much. Laury
likes it open all about her. She'd stay
here more. She'd hev 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 be here tell Christmas time.
Sakes alive, father, what Christmas
it'd be 18th that swamp burned up"
well, we'll, 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"
II know And I'm silly. An the
dear Lord knows l amt maxim no
fuss. I'm jes' sayin' what I'd like.
did useter love that sight-an' the
Lord made it. My, guess he loved
beautiful thins, tew. l set by it. I'm
happy as thins are; but I'd be happier
eff 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. 1 hope the day'll
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 it now.
You can't make jell 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, l guess you'd cook sawdust soft
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' like
bein' forehanded. Come, it's gittin'
dampish, an you'd better be thlnkln
o. your rheumatics. Eff they'd dreen
that swamp you wouldn't be havin'