Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1913-06-28

world there is nothing so
l61T17i dead as young widows de-
ceased husband. and God
ought TO give his wisest man-angeI
special charge concerning looking after
They both need It. ! don't know how
Vail ibis is going TO end. and / wish my
mind wasn't in a kind of tingle. How
ever. I'll do the best | can and not
hold myself at 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 10 perfect bliss. but this
spring ! have got an attack of just old
fashioned happiness that looks as If
II might become chronic.
am so happy that planted my
garden all crooked. my eyes upon the
clouds. with the birds sailing against
them. aud 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 I Immediately be-
gan to dig right up again. blushing
furiousiy to myself over the trowel
and glad that had caught myself be
fore they grew up TO laugh in my face.
! However. 1 got TINT laugh anyway
\ and ] might Just as well have left
them. for Billy ran 10 the Gnte and
called Or. 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
into the kind OF buttons you pop out
OF gun.
so you're digging up the bachelor
pops. Mrs Molly?" the doctor asked as
he leaned over the gate. went right
on digging without looking up at him.
couldn't look up because was blush.
ing still worse. Sometimes I hate that
man. und IL he wasn't Billy's father ]
wouldn't neighbor with him as | do.
But somebody has 20 look after Billy.
believe II will be a real relief 70
write down how ! feel about him IN
his old book. and shall do il when
ever ! can't stand him any longer. and
81 he gave the horrid. red leather thing
90 me to make nue. miserable be can't
do II. not this spring! wish dared
burn II up and forget about 1t. but
don't This record on the 1rst page
is enough TO reduce me-to tears. and
] wonder why 1t doesn't.
| weigh IG0 pounds. down in black
and white. and IL is tragedy! don't
believe that man at the grocery store
a In afrh re
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 OIL
short. whichever way one looks ut me
] thought | was taller. but I suppose
j Will have to believe my own yard
stick.
But as to my waist measure. posi-
lively refuse to write that down. ever
II have promised DIR. John q dozeI
y times over to do *. while ! only really
left him TO suppose would. II Is baC
enough 10 know that your belt has t.
be reduced TO twenty-three inches with
out putting down how much II meas
ures now in figures to insult yourself
with. No, intend to have this for m!
happy spring.
Yes, l suppose It would have beeI
lots better for my happiness II hnt
kept quiet about It all. but at the tim
thought I had to advise with hin
over the mntter. Now I'm sorry did
That Is one thing about being a widow
you are accustomed TO advising wit
rnSn. whether you want TO or moi
and you can't get over the habit RICH
away. Poor Mr.. Carter hasn't besI
dead much over O year. and l must b
missing him most awfully. though Jus
lately I can't remember not to forge
about him q great deal OF the time
Now II be had been here-horrorsl
Still. that letter was enough to upse
anybody. and no wonder I ran RICH
vacross my garden through Billy