Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1913-11-05


George to the song and dance artisi
who's running the swines' opery, jus.
inquiring II he'd RENTED Salvador tc
collect my wife. The reply is indie
nant to say that the swine is a liar.
Likewise there's a paragraph in the
Vancouver papers abou. the illustrious
young composer. Salvador Milani. who's
disappeared, it seems. into the wilds.
His wife is desolated. his kids is fran
tic. the Salvatore, a musical society. is
Offering rewards, which may come in
useful. and the rest of mankind throws
hts. This paper owns up that the de
parted is careless and absent-minded,
and just pause to observe that he
hasn't made Jay bed. He'll have some
quirt for supper
AS TO my wife. she'd never believe
that the swine wasn't sent to fetch her,
or that he's deserted his wife and
family. She thinks he's a little cock
angel. and me a cock devil. She'll
have 10 find him out for herself.
VII.
My wife has run away with him.
VIII.
could pick stars like apples. Here's
me with my pipe and dog in my home,
and my dear wife content. The Dook
Of London has no more, except frills.
hardly know whar to begin. 'cep.
whar left Off without mentioning how
they run away. The illustrious didn't
have the nerve. so it was my lady
who stole over to stable in the dead OF
night, and harnessed the team so ST.
lent never woke. She drove of with
her trunks, the puppy piano, and her
swine. on a bitter night with eighty
mile ahead before she'd get any help
If things went wrong. She has the
pure grit, my great thoroughbred lady
and it makes me feel real good to
think of the way she followed her con
science along that unholy trail through
the black pines.
By dawn she put up for breakfast
at O'Flynn's. The widow had broke
her leg reproaching a COW and sent
off her son to the carpenter at Hun.
dred and Fifty Mile House to get the
the stove, with cord-wood, water, and
grub all within reach. 1t was real
awkward though that the stove had pc
tered out. and the water bucket froze
solid while she slept, so she was ex.
pecting tn be waited before her son
got home. when Kate arrived in time
to save her from Heaven. The signoI
volunteers to make fire and cook grub
while Kate fed and watered the team
so my wife has the pleasure Of cEop
ping out a five-foot well at Bent Creek,
while this unselfish cavalierio stayed
in the house and got warm. Naturally
he didn't know enough to light the
stove. until the widow threw things,
and he got the coal-oil. Then he disre-
membered how to soak the kindlings
before he struck a match, so he lit the
fuel first, then stood over pouring oil
from the five-gallon can. When the
fire lep' up into the can. of course he
had to let go, and when he seen the
cabin all in flames, he galloped off to
the woods, leaving the Widow O'Flynn
to burn comfy ell by herself
BY the time Kate reaches the cabin
the open door is all flames; but, hav.
ing the ice AK, she runs to the gable
end, and hacks in through the window
The beds burning quite brisk by then,
but the widow has quit out, climbed
to the window and gone to sleep with
the smoke, so that Kate climbs in and
alights on top of her sudden. The fire
catches hold of my wife. but she
swings the widow through the window,
climbs out. lights on top of her again,
then takes a roll in the snow.
When the illustrious comes out OF
the woods to explain, dye think she'd
listen? l can just see him explaining
with dago English, paws, shoulders,
and eyes. She leaves him explaining
in front of the burning cabin.
My wife bumped this widow to the
barn, and got warm clothes from her
trunks for both of them She fired out
her baggage and the puppy piano, bed.
ded down the widow in clean hay,
hitched up the team, and hit the trail
for home.
She hadn't mile to go before she
met me, and what with the smoke
from O'Flynn's, the widow in the rig,
and the complete absence of the swine,
I'd added up before she refined her
team. She would want to cry in my
arms.
So she's in bed here, her burns
dressed with oil from bear who held
me up once on the Skyline trail. It's
good oil. The widows asleep in my
cabin, and I'm right to home with this
letter wrote to you. Mother. l guess
you know, Mummy, why me and my
pipe and my dog are welcome now.
which you've lived in your time and
loved
So hoping you're in Heaven, as this
leaves me at present.
Yr affect son, JESSE.