. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . Bon. A HUSBANDS EXP-ERIENCE IN COOKING. 519 Bill luulntboen married morn an hour, Up comes the message from Kress,Orderin Bill to go up there, And bring down the night left his gal in a hurry. And went up on number one,Thinking of nothing but Mary, And the train he had to run. And Mary sat down by the windowTo wait for the night express ; And, sir, if she hadnt a done so,Shed been a widow, I guess. For it must a been nigh midnight When the mill hands left the Ridge—They co
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . Bon. A HUSBANDS EXP-ERIENCE IN COOKING. 519 Bill luulntboen married morn an hour, Up comes the message from Kress,Orderin Bill to go up there, And bring down the night left his gal in a hurry. And went up on number one,Thinking of nothing but Mary, And the train he had to run. And Mary sat down by the windowTo wait for the night express ; And, sir, if she hadnt a done so,Shed been a widow, I guess. For it must a been nigh midnight When the mill hands left the Ridge—They come down—the drunken devils! Tore up a rail from the Mary heard em a workin And guessed therewas something wrongAnd in less than fifteen minutes. Bills train it would be along? She couldnt come here to tell ws, A mile—it wouldnt a done—So she jest grabbed up a lantern. And made for the bridge down came the night express, sir, And Bill was makin her climb !But Mary held the lantern, A-swingin it all the time. Well! by Jove ! Bill saw the signal,And he stopped the night express,. And he found his Mary the track, in her weddin dress; Cryin and laughin for joy, holdin on to the light— Hello ! heres the train—good-bye, sir,Bill Masons on time to-night. A HUSBANUS EXPERIENCE IN COOKING. FOUND fault, some time ago, with Maria custard pie, and triedto tell her how my mother made custard pie. Maria made the pieafter my receipt. It lasted longer than any other pie we ever set it on the table every day for dinner, and you see I couldnot eat it, because-1 forgot to tell her to put in any eggs or shortening. Itwas economical, but in a fit of generosity I stole it from the pantry, andgave it to a poor little boy in the neighborhood. The boys funeral waslargely attended by his former playmates. I did not go myself Then there were the buckwheat cakes. I told Maria Ann anv f >olcould beat her making those cakes, and she said I
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