The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1913-07-03

~ lES, truly think that in all the
ii world there is nothing so
EZWlI dead as young widows de-
tee1aeg ceased husband, and God
ought to give his wisest man-angei
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 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 to perfect bliss, but this
spring l have got an attack of just old
fashioned happiness that looks as If
it 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 poppies 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 troweI
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 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.
I believe 1t will be a real relief to
write down how ! feel about him In
his old book. and | shall do 1t when
ever can't stand him any longer, and
if he gave the horrid, red leather thing
10 me TO make me miserable he can't
do il, not this spring! | wish | dared
burn 1t up and forget about it, but
don't, This record on the first page
Is enough to reduce me-to tears, and
wonder why it doesn't
weigh 100 pounds, down in black
and white, and 1t 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 FIVE feet three inches tall or
short whichever way one looks at me-
] thought ] was taller. but I suppose
] will have to believe my own yard
stick.
But as to my waist measure, ! posi-
lively refuse to write that down, even
NJ ! have promised DR.. John a dozen
times over to do 1t, 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 1t would have been
lots better for my happiness If | had
kept quiet about 1t 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
q man. whether you want 10 or not.