Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1913-07-31

~ lES. | truly tnlhk lnat III Ill Cne
world there is nothing so
kNyS1-sl dead as young widows de-
~ ceased husband. and God
ought to give his wisest man-angel
special charge concerning looking after
her and the devil at the same time.
They both need it. | don't know how
all this is going to end, and | wish my
mind wasn't in Il kind of Jingle. How.
ever, III do the best | can and not
hold myself ut all responsible for my
self, and then who will there be to
blame?
There are a great many kinds of
good feeling in this world. from radiant
joy down to perfect bliss, but this
spring | have got an attack of just old
fashioned happiness that looks as if
1t might become chronic.
am so happy that l planted my
garden all crooked, my eyes upon the
clouds. With the birds sailing against
them. and when | became conscious |
found wicked, Haunting peoples sprout-
ed right up against the sweet, modest
clover pinks. while the whole paper of
bachelors buttons was sowed over
everything. which Immediately be-
gan to dig right up again. blushing
furiously to myself over the trowel
and glad that had caught myself be-
fore they grew up to laugh In my face
However, ! got that laugh anyway,
and | might just as well have left
them, for Billy ran to the gate and
called DR.. John to come in and make
Molly stop digging up his buttons
Billy claims everything in this garden.
and he thought they would grow up
of gun.
$50 you're digging up the bachelor
pops. Mrs. Molly" the doctor asked as
he leaned over the gate | went right
on digging without looking mp mt him.
l couldn't look up because | was blush,
ing still worse. Sometimes hate that
man, and if he wasn't Billy's father
wouldn't neighbor with him as do.
But somebody has to look after Billy.
I believe it will be real relief to
write down how | feel about him in
his old book. and | shall do it when
ever l can't stand him any longer, and
if he gave the horrid, red leather thing
to me to make me miserable he can't
do it, not this spring. wish dared
burn it up and forget about it, but
don't. This record on the first page
is enough to reduce me-to tears, and
I wonder why it doesn't,
| weigh 100 pounds. down in black
and white. and it is a tragedy. | don't
believe that man at the grocery store
is so very reliable in his weights,
though he had a very pleasant smile
when he was weighing me. Still had
better get some scales OF my own;
smiles are so deceptive,
am five feet three inches tall or
short. whichever way one looks Mt me
] thought I was taller. but | SuppoS"
] will have to believe my own ward
stick
But as 10 my waist measure. / posi-
lively refuse to write that down. even
if | have promised DR.. John a dozen
times over to do it. while | only really
left him to suppose | would II is bad
enough TO know that your belt has TO
be reduced to twenty-three inches with
out putting down how much il meas.
ures now in figures TO insult Yourself
with, No. | intend TO have this for my
happy spring.
Yes. | suppose it would have been
lots better for my happiness II had
kept quiet about it all. but AT the time
! thought / had TO advise with him
over the matter. Now I'm sorry did
That is one thing about being n widow
You are accustomed to advising with
man whether Won wanr - or no.