The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1864-06-10
GLOVESTON, THE MORMON.
A Romance BY Artemus Ward
mAPTIR I.
Thu HORIZONS DEPARTURE.

CHAPTER I.
THU MORMONs DEPARTURE.
The morning on which Reginald Gloversou
was to leave Great Salt Lake City with mule
| train, dawne1 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 rs
once year he used to 20 to Omaha, in Ne
braska, with mule-train for goods; but al
though he performed the rather peri GUS jour
ney many times with entire safety, his heart
was strangely sad on this particular morning.
and filled with gloomy furebOdings
The time for his depa, ture had arrived. The
high-spirited mules were at the door. impa-
tiently champing their bits The Mormon
stood sadly among his weeping wives
dearest ones, "he said, II am singuIarly
sad at heart this morning but do not let this
depress You. The journey is a perilous one,
but-pshaw! | have always come back safely
heretofore, and why should | fear? Besides.
know that every night, az l lay down on the
broad starlight prairie, your bright faces will
come to me in my dreams. and make my
| slurnbers sweet az gentle. You, Emily, with
your mild blue eyes and YOU, Henrietta, with
your splendid black hair; and you, Nelly with
your hair 50 brightly, beautifully golden; and
you, Molly, with your cheeks 20 dOWnv; and
you. Betscy, with your wine red lps-far more
delicious, though, than any wine ever tasted
and you, MARK, with your wiusOmc voice :;
ana you, Susan, with your--with your-:hat is
to Fay, Susan, with y0Nr~-- and the other
thirteen of you each 50 good and beautiful,
will come 10 me IN sweet dreams, Will you
rot, DearcstiSts?"
Our own" they lovingly chiu,cd, 1--WE
will +
land so farewell! - cried Reginald. Come
to my arms, my Own!" lac said that il. is
a
for mast away"
He folded rcyer2l Of them t. his tr0bbing
breast, ard drove sally away.
But lie had not gone far when the trace Of
the oh-hind raalt became uuhi.ched. Dis
mounting he e~>aycd 90 adjust the tIacc; but
ere he had fairly commenced the task, the
male, Il sin .ular!y refractory animals Ortcd
wildly and kichcd Reginald fri.httully in the
stomach. He arose with difficulty and tottcr-
cd icebly toward ii, mothel'c house, " hch
was near BY, falling dead in her yard, with the
remark Dear mother, I've come home TO
dic!'
80 see" she said: where's the mules ~
Alas. Reginald GloverSon could give no au-
swcr. In vain the heart stricken mother
threw herself upon his nanimate form crying.
''Oh my son--my sou! only say where them
mules is, aud then you may die ii you want
to-" In vain--in vain.
Reginald had passed on.
CHAPTER Il.
ruNERAL TRAPrlNGs.
The mules were never found.
Reginald's heart-brOEen 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 10y informing them, in u hOarse
whisper, that their ''o.d man had gone in"
The wives felt very badly indeed.
"He was devoted to me" sObbed Emily.
And to me-" said Maria.
eyes, said Emily, che thought cOnsiders
| bly, of you, but not 30 much as he did OF me"
II say he did J"
| And say he didn't"
"He did,"
He didn't"
Don't look at me, with your squint eyes!"
"Don't shake your read head at me !"
Sisters said the black haired Henrietta,
| "cease this unseemlv wraDgling. l az Regi-
| maids first wife, shall strew flowers on his
grave"
No, you ,cont," said Susan, 81, as his last
wife, shall strew flowers on his grave. Its
my business to strew!"
"You shant, SO there!" said Henrietta.
"You bet will ~ said Susan, with tear
suffused cheek.
s.Well, as for me-" said the practical Betsy,
II amt on the Strew, much, but shall ride
at the head of the funeral procession"
mot five ever been introduced to myself,
You WON'T" said the ,golden-haire Nelly;
that's my position. You bet Your bonnet
'.Children," said Reginalds mother, "you
must do some crying you know, on the day of
the funeral; and how many pocket-handker-
| cheers will it take to go rodnd? Betsey. you
and Nellie ought to make one do between you"
"Ill tear her eyes out if she perpetrates
I,ov l. ,hor oil
"Dear daughters-in-law," said Reginald's
mother, chow unsecmly is this anger. Mules
Is five hundred dollars span, and every iden-
tucal mule my poor boy had has been gobbled
up by the red man. knew when my Regi-
maid staggered into the door-yard that he was
on the Die. but if Id only thunk to ask him
about them mules ere his gentle spirit took
flight, it would have been four thousand dol
lars in our pockets, and no mistake! Excuse
those real tears, but you've never felt parents
feelin's."
"Its an oversight" sobbed Maria. Don't
blame U.S."
CHAPTER III.
DUST TO DUST.
The funeral passed off in very pleasant
manner, nothing occurring to mar the harmo-
ny of the occasion. BY happy thought of
Reginald's mother the wives walked TO the
grave twenty abreast. which rendered that
part of the ceremony thoroughly impartial
| That night the twenty wives, with heavy
| hearts, sought their TWEEN y respective couches.
But no Reginald occupied those twenty re-
spective couches--Reginald would never more
| linger all night in blissful repose in those
twenty respective couches-Reginald's head
would nevermOre press the twenty respective
pillows of those twenty respective couches---
| never, nevermore!
| In another house, not many leagues from
the House of Mourning. gray haii ed woman
vas weeping necessarily. He died" she
cried, without signifyin', in any respect, where
| them mules went to-"
CHAPTER w.
MARRIED AGAIN.
Two years are supposed to elapse between
the third and fourth chapters of this original
American romance.
A manly Mormon. one evening as the sun
| was preparing to set among select apartment
o. gold and crimson clouds in the western
horizon although for that matter the sun
has right to "set" where it wants 10. and
so, may add, has a hen-a manly Mormon, |
say, tapped lightly at the door of the late
Reginald Gloverson.
The door was opened by Mrs. Susan Clio