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msauy yield oer a nanaaome rgrnuxe.Notwithstanding Boater had been hithe village three years nothing more waa known of him now than on the day of his arrival, and having failed to gratifythe curiosity of the citizens of Trentonhe had not made any Mends except thelandlord, the editor of The Budget and the Widow Jernigan.Doster was as sharp as a brier and tookthe precaution to make -a marriage contract with the widow before the consummation of the marriage, By this contract Doster was to have a half Interest in the gold mine end all other worldly goods with which the widow was endowed.The guests had nearly all arrived and the grounds and mansion were ablasewith light The widow was a lady.ofexquisite taste and she determined tomake this the most brilliant social eventthat the people ofc Trenton and vicinity had ever witnessed. The hour for the ceremony arrived andthe couple entered the parlor, the bride looking exceedingly lonely aa ahe leaned ^pot^^ strcng artn. bf '4he hahdsdmaand distinguished looking stranger. Theminister had proceeded with the cere-*toony and in his solemn voice said:“If any one present can show any sufficient cause why this ceremony shouldnot proceed let them now speak or hereafter hold their peace.”“1 forbid the bans/’ said a taU, athleticstranaer. hnterinor the room hurriedlyAMONG THE DAISIESWhen the buttercups come to the medder an' make It all yelfer Uke gola.An' the daisies out’n the paster grow white asthey slowly unfold.An* the robin says it la mornin*, an' the yeUerbird gladdens the sight,Or the sun overhead says noonday, or the whip* poorwlll eays It la night,When the breezes softly meander out over themedders which give Bock the perfume of spring joinin' summer, oh, then It's a blesain’ ter liveAn' dream as the hours slip by,A a* deep la the clovers lie To wait for the dreary rustle o’ the brown leaves by on' byOh. fogEBma^call me lazy, On* good for just noth-But ter lie out la the mowin’ lot where the daisies rise and fallAn’ nod an* blush a murmur in, “Good for nothin* V’— but just Loafin’, takin’ life easy while others gather thedust;But when rosea borrow a fragrance from the air, distil it an’ give It back with a double sweetness, oh, then 'tSs ablesain ’ ter liveDown midst the dowers so dear.In the summer time o' the year,BVn* while others are plowin’ me under I'm levin1 fcfce dafcrfoBhere. , , ...Tea, I'm penniless maybe* an’ holes may laugh Inmy coats,But if I've had little for breakfast I'm full o' the magical notes O’ the bobolink an* the sparrow, and I've drank o* the mystical sweet O’ the summer air grown drowsy, an’ hid me out o* the heatIn the shade o’ the beeches an* maples, whetElves do the bidin’ o’ men*Cloein’ my ev**» an* whisperin': “TJet them think wha* will, an* thenI i»meander out over the lea,'f i on on' the birds and seeIf over they’U wonder how a lazy trampcan—Walter M. ^lazeltine in Good Housekeeping.iade bar fed tbi^she wifi lMartin, who had put anring *bn OHv©*s fing©r, aon well her seventeenth bfctfind h^ amatron. / V^otihg lijce •eetiigt 3settled before you axe %ok self,” said the mother, aa ht* an to teach OUv© thethe final \event. MrDoster bad ' snoooeded tothe widor fcet the gold minitiki if
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New York Commercial Advertiser
New York, New York, US
Wed, Aug 27, 1890
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