Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1914-01-15

"Yes. silas Scott was a good man
a good man." sighed Farmer Thomp-
son as he drove home from the lat
ter's funeral one May afternoon.
After touching the of horse with
the whip he continues: "Allus willin'
to lend and allus bought a new hoe
if he broke narrowed one
The nigh horse needed touching up
now, and after it had been done tho
old farmer unused:
Leaves good farm and mighty
fine wilder woman. I've knowed her
since she was gal, and she's one OF
the best" -.
A crow sat on the top rail Of the
roadside fence, and Farmer Thomp.
son shook the whip at him.
81 hate to see a woman left a wild
der. They allus have heap of trou-
BILE to git along. Every piano man
and tin peddler that comes along
cheats en-
The off horse stubbed his foot on
a stone and came near going on his
nose, and Farmer Thompson's mus
ing was interrupted for half a min
ute. Then 1t went on.
Lets see! Let's see! Hammers
been dead four years. Give the wild
der Scott year to mourn and that'll
make five Why shouldn't I do it?
By gum, l will! Yes, sir, when the
year is up PHI"
But just then he overlook old Mr..
Savin and felt it his duty to stop and
offer him a lift. This put an end to
any futher musing for the time
being, although when he reached
home the farmer finished his SEN
tence with: s.,
I'LL ask her plump out to
marry me!",
Four weeks later the farm next to
the Widow Scott's on the west was
sold to farmer named Harris. He
was a widower, and this put the
widow between the farms Of two
widowers. The men were about the
same age, and of course they met at
an early date. It was the duty of
Farmer Thompson to go over to the
other farm and say:
Come to be naybur. have We"
Eyes"
wall, I'm a nayburly man, and
allus ready to do anything to obleege.
heard you was w!dower."
Eyes, and I heard you was"
Just so. Yes, I'm lonely old
man."
That was as far as they pursued the
subject at that time, out two or three
weeks later, having heard that the
new arrival had been to call on the
widow Scott farmer Thompson threw
himself in the others way to ask:
Don't think of gittin' married agin,
'spose?'
"Oh, I haint, maxim no secret of
it, I've seen the wilder Scott It's
too soon to begin courtin now, but
I'm going to try to win her by and
by. You are. of course. too old to
| think of marryin' agn"
ooh, you think SO. do you! Say,
III bet you are ten years older'n
ami"
"It's right the other way. Any
how, you have nothin' to say about
| it. I'm going in to win her."
; In a day or two farmer Thompson
went over to borrow the widows hoe.
lie took occasion to ask:
"Widder, I s'pose that man Harris
has been around here" ..-
"Yes.'
| what do you think of him."
why he seems to be a nice man."
"He's a widower, you know
Il believe he said something of the
sort" .s.
"There's somethin' about his looks
I don't like Reminds me Of snake
! in the grass. I don't want to do any
tody an injustice, but it was jest such
Il lookin' man that stole my old mare
one night six years ago.
Mercy on me, but hope we haven't
got horse thief in our midst"
Cant never tell, widder-can
never tell? Better '.eat him rather
coldly till we know about him. This
| is mighty deceivin world. shall