Jasper County Democrat, Volume 9, Number 3, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 April 1906 — LIŢLE VISITS WITH "UNCLE BY". [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

LIŢLE VISITS WITH "UNCLE BY".

Mother’s Grave. Right over this way, mister, here whar th' shade is deep, Here whar th’ boughs droop tender, her* whar th’ glories creep, Is mother’s grave. This is th' grass plot, mister, here wh%r th’ vi’lets grow, Here whar th’ birds is slngin’, here whar th' zephyrs blow— She lies asleep! Gasped when the doctor told us mother must go away, Gripped at our hearts like sorrer does when she holds her sway And beckons death! Brown was our fam’ly doctor; bolstered us all with pill's. Cured father’s rheumatism, cricks an’ sich other ills As most folks has — But when th’ doctor told us, told it must be th’ knife— Well, we Just paled in silence—what if it cost her life! Our mother’s life! Then to th’ train we took her; doctor he went along— Sent her away a-prayin’ nothin’ would turn out wrong In mother's case! Sir, ’twas a quiet evenin' Just after dusk and still— Bayin’—good-by—t’—mother—Bless me my heart’s a till! And these are tears! Wore a gray dress of broadcloth, violet hat of bl ue; Hair was all soft an’ silv’ry, thar whar it shimmered through Behind her vail! Told us to hope, so cheery; wait, an' she'd come again—'Train sped away from th’ station! Left us —an’ then—an’ then— * Well, we waited! Waited an’ hoped in sorrer—waited a day or two— Wired ns t’ come to th’ city; quick, on the first train through! For she called us.” Jist as we went t’ board It, telegram come that said — Well, what It said don’t matter—mother was deud! Was dead! Ami our mother! Buried her here whar summer's shade an’ th’ sun unite. Planted th’ vi’lets wild like, 'Just whar they’d git th’ light, Fer she loved ’em! Birds sings their songs of sorrer, silent th’ glories creep, Here in th’ peace eternal, mother has gone to sleep! . To sleep! To sleep! Right over thiß way, mister, here whar th’ shade is deep. Here whar th’ boughs droop tender, hers whar th’ glories creep. Is mother’s grave! * • • Recognized the Breed. It was near ground-hog day and the teacher was questioning her pupils about the knowledge of this weather breeder. “Willie,” said the teacher, “what ani-

mal is it that lias bristly hair, is fond of dirt and loves' sleep so dearly?” “Please, ma'am," responded Willie, coloring, “it's me!” And the ground-hog turned over in his hole, yawned, and went to sleep again. • • * Where He Got It. “The eyes are the windows to the soul," says the wise guy. If this is true, I hit a thomas-cat just south of the east window with a boot-jack last night. What's good for tom-cats, anyhow? * * • Rainbows. The Maryville (Mo.) Tribune tells Of the birth of a girl baby with nine grandparents. If that kid doesn't get what’s coming to her, It will be because she doesn’t know how to appeal to the gallery. The editor of the Terril (la.) Tribune has a boil on his Adam's apple and says he is cross as a New York legislator with ids phss cut off. The Trlbufte man should bo thankful that be doesn't sit on his Adam's apple. While the city papers are crying of rate regulation, crime crusades and boxer uprising, from the country press out in lowa comes the calm, sweet assurance that “Merchants will soon display garden seeds for sale!”

The near-sighted man was proving to the doctor that he was near sighted. “Do you see that nail up there on the wall?" he asked. “Certainly,” replied the doctor. “All right,” added the near-sighted individual. “I don’t!" Ethel came home and told mamma the text at Sunday school that day was, “Don’t worry, you’ll get your bedquilt!’’ When the mother met the superintendent next day she learned that the text really was, “Fear not; ye shall be comforted I”

BYRON WILLIAMS.