Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1913-08-07

that sounded as il 1t had been buried
and never reSurrectcd IF YOU are go
inc TO continue in such an unseemly
course Of conduct hope YOU will re-
move your mourninc, which is an emp.
ty mockery and anNknSult 10 my own
widowhood
Yes. Aunt Adeline. I'll so take 1t
of this very minute" | heard myself
answer her airily to my own astonish,
ment | might have known that II
ever got one of those >mr IL would
80 to my head, Without a".# nrr word
| sailed into my room and closed the
door softly
wonder il God could have realized
what tender thing he WAS caviuG
exposed To life in the garden Of the
world after he had finished making Il
woman? rraditionally, we are Great
cd ont Of rose leaves and Star dust and
the harmony Of the winds, hat we need
a steel chain netting to fend us. Slow
~ | uubuttoned that black dress that
symboIiZed the ending Of six years of
the blackneSS of Il married life. from
myself. and the rosy, dimpliug thing
in snowy lingerie with tags Of blue
ribbon that stood in front of my mir
ror WAS aS new born as any other hour
old similar bundle of linen ana lace
in IIillSboru. Tenn Fortunately. an
old. wear before last. white lawn dress
could he pulled from the top shelf Of
. Il i,, l,,,,, 81
that came out of that room was ready
for life and a lot of it quick and fast
And again. fortunately. Aunt Adcliue
had retired with Il violent headache
and black Judy was carrying her in Il
hot water bottle with broad grin on
her face Judy sees the world from
the kitchen window and understands
everything. She had laid Il large thick
letter on the hall table where | couldn't
fail to see it,
| took possession of ii and carried it
to Il bench in the garden that backs up
against the purple sprayed lilacs and
is thanked 3y two rows OF tall purple
and white iris that stand Al line ready
for II Virginia reel with II delicate row
of the poets narciSSus across the broad
path. | love my flowers | love them
swaying on their stems in the wind,
and li-r to snatch them and crush
the life out of them against my breast
and face. | have been to bed every
night this spring with Il bunch of cool
violetS against MY cheek, and ! feel
that am going to tiirt with my tall
row Of holyhocks rs soon as they are
old enough 10 hold up their heads and
take notice. They always remind me
of very stately gentlemen. and | have
wondered If the fluffy little butter and
eggs weren't shaking their rutlleS ut
them.
4 real love letter ought to be like II
cream pun with Il drop of dynamite in
it. Altred's was that kind felt warm
and happy down to my toes as ] read
it, and | turned around so old Lilac
Bush couldn't peep over my shoulder
at what he said
He wrote from Rome this time,
where he had been sent on some sort
of diplomatic mission to the Vatican,
and his letter about the ancient city
on her seven hills was n prose poem
in itself. | was so interested that
read on and on and forgot it was al
most toast-apple time.
OF course anybody that is anybody
would be interested in Father Tiher
and the old Coliseum. but what made
me forget the one slice of dry toast
and the apple was the way he seemed
30 be connecting me up with all those
wonderful old antiquities that had nev-
er even seen me Because of me he had
felt and written that poem descriptive
of old Tiber. and the moonlight had lit
up the old Coliseum just because
was over here lighting up HIlSboro
Tenn. with Mr.. Carter dead. OF course
that is not the way he put it all, but
there is no place to really copy what
he did say down into this imp book.
Anyway. that is the sentiment he cX-
pressed when it is boiled down and
Su@ared off
That's Just what | mean. Love boil
ed down and Sugared off is mighty apt
to get an explosive flavor and one had
better be careful with that kind if one
Is timid which I'm not AS | said.
also. ! am ready for II little taste Of
lie, so | read on without fear; and, to