The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1857-08-20
=: :OTTUNIWA,5 IOWA, THURSDAY, AUGUST 20, 1857.


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The Bridal Wine@Cupso acii
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d" Pledge swith wine-pledges with wine,''
cried the young and thoughtIess Harry Wood:
" Pledge with wine" ran through the brilliant
crowd. ..s.,rz .s...,,,rs ,...,.g.a
The beautiful bride grew pale--the decisive
hour had come. She pressed herwhite hands
together, and the leaves of her bridal wreath
trembled on her pure esbtow; her breath came
quicker, her heart beat wilder.
"Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples, for
this once," said the Judge in a low tone, go
ing awards his daughter, s'the company ex-
pect it. Do not so seriously infringe on the
rules Of etiquette; in your own home act as
you please, bat in mine, for this once, try and
please me-" -. -. 4. 49,. !,
/ Every eve was turned toward the bridal
pain Mario is principles were well known.
Harry had been of late convivialist, aud
his friends noticed a change in his manners,
the difference in his habits, and tonight they
watched TO see, as they sneeringly said, ''if he
was tied down to woman so so ,n.'' gess
Pouring brimming beaker, they held it
with prompting smiles toward Marion. She
was very pale, though more composed, and
her hand shook not as, smiling, she accepted
the crystal teinpter, and raised it tosher lips
but scarcely had she done 50, when every hand
was arrested by her piercing exclamation of =
g Oh, how terrible!os -
\ /" What is it?" cried one and all, thronging
Together, for she had slowly carried the glass
at arms length, and was fxidlY regarding il
as though it were some hideoas object fs.E
:" Watt" she answered., while most--inspif-
ed light shone from her dark eyes, and added,
slowly, pointing one jewelcd tingerb at the
sparkling, ruby liquid" 'Asislit that beggars
all description; and yet listen-I will paint it
for you, il | can. Ii is a lonely spot - tall
mountains, covered with verdure, raise in aw-
ful sublinity around; a river runs through.
and bright flowers grow to the waters 8 edge.--
There is thick warm mist that the sun seeks
vainly to pierce. Trees, lofty and beautiful,
waive to the airy motion Of the winds But
there are group of Indians together they fit
to and fro, with something like sorrow on their
crows, and ih'the midst lies a manly form but
his cheeks, how deathly-his eyes wild with
The fierce fire of fever l. One friend stands be-
side hlm-nay, Il should say, kneels; for, see,
he is pillowing tina. poor head upon his breast |!
"Gelins in ruins On the high, holy look
ing brow Why should death mark 1t, and he
A am cnrIs 4, coo b;nn. .I,. 49,.
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% at the. form - l,;s comn.non 1;mn,or,nat
he saved, Oh bo,r h;n, o.u .,;,as,.,s,. ,,' ~
Efaber,s name see MIN twre his ,f,rers TO-
Hgs,h., az he s,r;ek. f,r h;s .,..nr o.. III,
sister tbe ty;r-s;s,s, 80 ~, so.,,s
hin, IN h;s ,d;ss.I., n -; - -
/ !. Soo,y IL .,.I ! ,.,..,s.s -
,bs un,a.,.d ,,;n., tran,,;ni,;., -
,he r,i,,s f.u o,.rno,,,n.oa ,,ra. ~. at
fs.ssa,L;s arms ,ro ,,rtaa - II X
o, how wildly, for mercy! Hot fever rsns
through his veins /, The friend beside him is
weeping and awe-,tricken:-tbe dark mel,
move silently away, and leave the diving and
living together -. ~. ..s.. 80. ....a
! There MAS hush in that pripcelv Marty.
.broken only bv what seemed q smatbsred sob
Prom soma ma bogs.on -. :, rha hr;aL ~ -.
right with the tears stealing to the outwa d
edge of her lashes. Her beautiful arm had
,st its TENSION, and the glass with its little
troubled red waves, came slowly toward the
range of her vision. She spoke again; every
lip was mute. Her voice was low, faint, yet