Weekly Trinity journal., 1864-07-09
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BY ARrEMus WARD.
i, CHAPTER I.
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The morning on which Reginald Gloverson
was to leave Great Salt Lake City with mule |
train, dawned beautifully.
Reginald Gloverson was young and thrifty |
Mormon, with an interesting family of twenty |
young and handsome wives. His unions had
never been blessed with children. As often as
once year he used to 60 to Omaha, in Nebraska,
with a mule train, for goods but, although ne
had performed the rather perilous journey many |
times with entire safety, his heart was strangely
sad on this particular morning and filled with
gloomy forebodings.
The time for his departure had arrived. The
hgh-spirited mules were at the door, impatient
ly champing their bits. The Mormon stood sad
ly among his weeping wives.
Dearest ones,' he said, ~ am singularly
sad at heart this morning. but do not let this
depress you. The journey is a perilous one,
but-pshaw have always come back hereto
fore, and why should fear? Besides, know
that every night, as lay down the broad,
starlight prairie your bright faces will come to
me in my dreams, and make my SAUNDERS sweet
and gentle. You, Emily, with your mild blue
eyes; and you, Henrietta, with your splendid
black hair ; and you, Nelly, with your hair SO
brightly, beautifully golden and you, Mollie,
with your cheeks so downy and you, Betsy,
with your wine red lips-far more delicious,
though, then any wine ever tasted and you,
Maria, with your winsome voice; and you,
Susan, with your-with your-that is to say,
Susan, with your-and the other thirteen of
you, each so good and beautiful, will come to
me in sweet dreams, will you not, dearestists p?
tsOur own, !" they lovingly chimed, "wewll p
"And So farewell p cried Reginald. 3" Come
to my arms, my own y he said I" that, is, as
many of you as can do it conveniently at once,
for | must away"
He folded several of them to his throbbing
breast and drove sadly away.
But he had not gone far wnen the traces of the
off hind mule became unhitched. Dismounting,
he essayed to adjust the trace but ere he had
fairly commenced the task the mule, singular
ly refractory ANIMAL snorted wildly and kicked
Reginald fearfnlly in the stomach. He arose
with difficulty and tottered feeby toward his
mothers house, which was near by, falling dead
in her yard, with the remark, d" Dear mother,
I've come to die u
q So see," she said !; " where's the mules ~
q Alas Reginald Gloverson could give no
answer. In vain the heart-strcken mother threw
herself upon his inanimate form, crying - Oh,
my SONNY son only say where the mules is,
and then you may die if you want to p In vain
in vain
Reginald had passed on.
CHAPTER II.
-.,tl t.-r FUNERAL rRApPINds.
The mules were never found.
| Reginald's heart-broken mother took the body
home to her unfortunate sons widows. But,
before her arrival, she discreetly sent boy to
bust the news gently to the afflicted wives, which
he did by informing them in hoarse whisper
\ that their g old man had gone in"
The wives felt very badly, indeed.
q He was devoted to me, sobbed Emily.
q And to me- said Maria.
eyes, said Emily, q he thought considerably
of you, but not so much as he did of me-"
- l say he did ~
And say he didn't
"He did p
" He didn't p
"Don't you look at me with your squinty
eyesr'
" Don't shake your red head at me-
Sisters" said the black-haired Henrietta,
% cease this unseemly wrangling. l. as Regin-
AIDS first wife, shall strew flowers on his grave y
"No you won't" said Susan, II, as his last
wife shall strcw flowers on his grave. 1t is my
business to strew y
You shan't, so there ~ said Henrietta.
- You bet will p said Susan with tear.
suffused cheek.
Well, as for me-" said the practical Betsy,
- amt on the strew much, but shall ride at
the head of the funeral procession ~
g Not, if I've ever been introduced to myself,
you won't" said the golden-haired Nelly
- that's my position You bet your bonnet
strings it isl
- Children" said Reginald's mother, ''you
must do some crying, you know, on the day of
the funeral and how many pocket handkerchiefs
will it take to go round? Betsy, you and Nelly
ought to make one do between you"
{" I'll tear her eyes out if she perpetrates sob
on my handkerchief" said Nelly.
Dear, daughters-in-law, said Reginald's
mother, how unseemly is this anger Mules
is five hundred dollars span, and every identu-
cal mule my poor boy had has been gobbled up
by the red man. l knew when my Reginald
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die but if I'd only thunk to ask him about
them mules ere his gentle spirit took flight, it
would have been four thousand dollars in our
pockets and no mistake about it, Excuse these
real tears, but you've never felt parents feel
ings.
q It's oversight" sobbed Maria. " Don't
blame US ~
CHAPTER III.
DUST TO DUST.
The funeral passed off in very pleasant man
ner, nothing occurring to mar the harmony of
the occasion. By happy thought of the occa-
sion. By happy thought of Reginald's mother,
the wives walked to the grave twenty abreast,
which rendered that part Of the ceremony thor
That night the twenty wives with heavy hearts
sought their twenty respective couches. But no
Reginald occupied those couches-Reginald
would nevermore linger all night in blissful re-
pose in those twenty respective couches-Regin-
aid head would nevermore press the twenty
respective pillows of those twenty respective
couches-never, nevermore
CHAPTER w.
MARRIED
Two years are supposed to have elapsed be-
tween the third and fourth chapters of this orig
inal American romance.
manly Mormon, one evening, as the sun was
preparing to set among a select apartment of
gold and crimson clouds in the Western horizon,
a manly Mormon, say tapped at the door of the
mansionFof the late Reginald Gloversou.
The door was opened by Mrs Susan Gloverson.
Is this the house of the Widow Gloverson ?''
the Mormon asked.
- 1t is" said Susan.
" And how many is there of she ?" inquired
the Mormon.
q There is about twenty of her, including me y
courteously returned the fair Susan
"Can l see her ~
u You can -
"Madam,n he softly said, addressing the
twenty disconsolate widows, - have seen part
of you before And although have already
twenty-five wives, whom respect and tenderly
care for l can truly say that never felt loves