Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1913-07-31

II world there is nothing so
REaS5, dead as u young widows de-
t2ej 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 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 great many kinds of
good feeling In this world, from radiant
Joy down to perfect bliss, but this
spring have got ain attack Of just old
, fashioned happiness that looks as If
1t might become chronic.
j am so happy that planted my
garden all crooked, my eyes upon the
clouds. with the birds sailing against
them. and when l became conscious I
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
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 II he wasn't Billy's father |
wouldn't neighbor with him as do.
But somebody has to look after Billy.
believe II will be n real relief to
write down how | feel about him In
his old book. and ! shall do II when.
ever can't stand him any longer, and
II he gave the horrld, red leather thing
to me to make me miserable he can't
do II, not this spring! wish ! dared
burn It up and forget about II, but |
don't, This record on the first page
IS enough to reduce me-to tears, and
j wonder why 1t doesn't
! weigh 100 pounds, down In black
and white. and It is tragedy! don't
believe that man ut the grocery store
is so very reliable In his weights,
though he had 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 suppose
i will have TO believe my own yard
stick.
But as TO my waist measure. ] posi-
lively refuse TO write that down. even
II have promised DR., John a dozen
times over TO do 1t, while only really
left him to suppose would. II is bad
enough to know that your belt has "a
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 my
happy spring.
Yes, ] suppose II 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 widow
.-you are accustomed to advising Will
man. whether Won want TO or not