River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1913-07-31

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world there is nothing so
RS-Tsy7sE dead as young Widows de-
ksB 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 l wish my
mind wasn't in a kind of Jingle. 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 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 / 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 I 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
into the kind of buttons you pop out
of a gun.
80 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 ] 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.
believe it will be a real relief to
write down how l feel about him In
his old book. and shall do 1t when
ever ! can't stand him any longer, and
IL 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 1t, but
don't. This record on the first page
is enough to reduce me-to tears, and
l wonder why it doesn't.
| weigh 16O pounds. down in black
and white. and it is 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 fire feet three inches tall or
short, whichever wav one looks at me-
7 thought | was taller, but | suppose
I will have 10 believe my own yard
stick.
But rs to my waist measure, I posi-
lively refuse to write that down, even
if | have promised DR.. John dozen
times over to do it. while | only really
left him to suppose would. 1t is bad
enough to know that your belt has to
be reduced to twenty-three inches with
out putting down how much it 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 if | 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 widow
you are accustomed to advising with
man. whether you want to or not.