Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1861-08-17

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III Mrs. Horizons feeling towards Mty
underwent this change, and the value Of
that child was never so apparent as whsn
she realized how very near she had BEN
to loosing her.
Marys arm was examined by the vi
lage physician, who Immediately decided
upon amputation from the shoulder = AMI
the following morning was decided for tn,
operation. DR.. Grover refused to perform
the act of discovering the unfortunate
limb, without some more experienced as
sistance. and his errant boy rode all nigh
to bring up surgeon from the city.
DR.. Moreton came promptly, and altho
his reputation as skillful and success ssfu
practitioner had gone far and wide, be had
scarcely seen twentyone years.
Mary bore the tedious process withou,
a shudder, and through it all, DR.. More.
tons face expressed the most sincere ad.
miration of her fortitude "'
From that time be became a constant
visitor at the red farm-h house, at first alle-
ging his anxiety in the healing of the
stump; and afterwards alleging nothing
unless we except the expressive language
which emaasted fom his dark eyes. Mary
must have lseH able to translate the Ian
guage, for tercolor came in red food,
when she me the glance of those ewes,
and the hea nuickened in its throbbings
when he ssdown BY her side.
One da xhen the remains of her lost
arm had come healed, DR.. Moreton gent
" and lcately proposed an artificial
limb, oing to procure it in the city, if
she cesnted. The extent of her misfor.
tune ~ept over the young girl as he
spo Snd without being able to reprsss
the Ter tears burst forth.
.Moreton put,his arms around her.
drew her up close to his breast, so
: fclosaIhal-h -hi-- -lis'.- A.-AA-a -h--.s-----
; "Mary,' he said, "why not let my life
r DYE to you how happy l would be in
q elding up to your service both my arms ?
elby not, Mary?'
She colored, and would have drawn
way from him, but he did not release her,
and ali the while his eyes searched her
face as though her soul was written there.
Then he spoke again:
n Mary, your suffering has been my
happiness, for it has kept me near you
are you who sacrificed so much for broth
er, read to ruin forever the peace of one
who loves you more than any brother ever
can? Look up, my dear, and tell me-"
She did not look up, and whether she
answered him or not, we do not know
certain it is he only held her close, and
this time i, was her lips he kissed, not her
forehead
When winter spread her mantle of er.
mine over the hills, and coated the bosom
Of the Winnippisseegee in an armor of ice,
there was wedding at the red farm house,
and the old minister who for forty years
the words of saving truth from
the humble church in the village, pro.
nounced Edward Moreton aid Mary Hor,
ton one flesh.
The Doctor took his wife to his pateraal
home in Boston, and what she did not
know of books, he taught her, and found
great pleasure in so doing.
George, the crippled brother, was placed
at school, and afterwards at college, thro'
DR.. Moreton's means, and is now dis,
tnguished lawyer in a neighboring State.
William Horton, a brave and stalwart
man, still tills the soil upon the shores of
the blue lake, and though now tAsee noble
steamers plough the bright waters, and
while villages dot here and there the yer,
dant soil, he has no wish to roam beyond
the prineipalty left him by his father.
1t is blessed thing to accept ones fa.
ted lot without wish beyond it.
Gov. WRIGHT AT THE CoURT OF BERLIN.
Gov. Wright of Indiana, late Minister
at the Court of Berlin, is represented as
being man Of simple manners and out.
spoken utterance--a thorough democrat,
in fact. Illustrative of this, the following
anecdote is related Of him. Upon his first
appearance at Court in Berlin, the Gov
ernor wore, for the first time in his life,
sword. Some time after his presentation
to the late King William, that eccentric
monarch, in passing down the saloon,
slapped him familiarly on the back and
said" How fare you, Wright? I'm glad
to see you The Governor responded
!" Well, your Majesty, | should feel tolera-
bly, bunkum if it wasn't for this id
sword.'