The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1864-07-30
TIKI; PACIFIC
Commercial Advertiser.
(From tAe Boston Post)
A Good story for "a Rainy Day.
Gloverson, the Mormon-A Romance.
BY Artemas Ward.
CHAPTER l.

Ink L4OAhAbk VI Which NF-tI-A1 1870
was TO leave Great salt Lake City with 4 mule
train, dawned beau fully.
Reginald GlOversDn was q young and thrifty
Mormon, with an interesting family OF twenty
young and handsome wives. His union hac
never been blessed with children. As often as
once q year he used TO 90 TO Omaha, In Nebraska,
with a mule-train, for goods but although he
had performed the rather perilous journey many
times with entire safety, his heart was strangely
sad on this particular morning, and filed with
gloomy forebodings-
The time for his departure had arrived. The
high-spirited mules were at the door, inpatient
ly champing their bits. The Mormon stood
sadly among his weeping wives.
Dearest Ones he said, - am singularly
sad at heart this morhing, but do not let this
depress you. The journey Is a perilous one, but
-pshawi / have always come back safely
heretofore, and why should lear? Besides. l
know that every night, as l lay down on the
broad starlight prairie, YOUR bright faces will
come 10 me in my dreams. and make my slum-
bers sweet and 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,
Alollie, with your cheeks 50 downy. and you,
Betsy with your wine-red lips-fAr more deli
eious than 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 ~
Our own, they lovingly chimed, 80 We will ="
And so farewell ;" cried Reginald. Come
to my arms, my own ~ he said, - that is, as
many Of you as can do it conveniently at once,
for 1 must away"
He folded several of them to his throbbing
breast, and drove sadly away.
But he had not gone far when the trace Of the
of-hind mule became unhitched. Dismounting,
he essayed to adjust the trace but ere he had
fairly commenced the task, the mule, a singular
Iy refractory nimal-snorte wildly, and kicked
Reginald frightfully in the stomach. He arose
with difficulty and tottered feebly towards his
mother house, which was near by, falling dead
IN her yard. with the remark, q Dear Mother,
I've come home to die :"
$50 l see" she said {" where's the mules ?'
Alas. Reginald Gloverson could give no
answer. In vain the heart-stricken mother
threw herself upon his inanimate form, CRYING,
7" Oh my SONNY son only say where the mules
Is, and then you may die if you want to :" In
vain-in vain
Reginald had passed on.
CHAPTER III.
FUNEfAL TRAPPINGs.
The mules were : ever found.
Reginald's heart broken mother took the body
nome TO her unto tunate sons widows. But
before her arrival he discreetly sent a bow tn
bust the news gent to the afflicted wives, which
he did by informin them, in a hoarse whisper,
that their 90 old ma 4 had gone in
The wives felt vel badly indeed.
"He was very de oted to me- sobbed Emily.
land to me, +" = id Maria.
" YES said Emily, " he thought considerably
of you, but not so much as he did of me-"
." say he did ="
"He did ~
Don't look at ie with your squint eyes :"
"Don't shake your red head at me
Sisters =" said the black-baired Henrietta,
cease this unseen ngly wrangling. l, as Regi-
N 0t6 a trEf vErfl ia Ill of-a
"No you won't, said Susan. al, as his last
wife, shall strew flowers on his grave. 1t is my
business to strew -
You shan't, so here ~ said Henrietta.
" You bet will said Susan, with a tear
uffused cheek.
Well, as for me-" said the practical Betsy,
Il amt on the strew much, but l shall ride at
he head of the funeral procession :"
"Not If I've ever been introduced to myself.
'ou WON'T" said the golden-haired Nelly
trilgs il is"
Children" said Reginald's mother, "you
90 some crying, you know, on the day of
ne funeral and how many pOcket-handkerchiefs
I'LL 1t take to go round? Betsey, YOU and
'elly ought to make one do between you"
"I1l tear her eyes out if she Ierpetrates q sob
n my handkerchief" said Nelly.
"Dear daughters-in-law," said Reginald's
how unseemly is this anger , Mules is
We hundred dollars a sPan, and every identueaI
Iule my poor boy had has been gohbled up by
BE red man. 1 knew when my Reginald stag
cred into the doOr-yard that he was on the Die,
nt If I'D only thunk to ask him about them
inles ere his gentle spirit took flight, it would g,
ave been four thousand dollars in our pockets. ]
I'D no mistake. Excuse those real tears, but
1u We never felt a parents feelin's
8 It's an oversight" sobbed Maria. Don't
anne Us ="
CHAPTER Ill.
DUST TO DUST.
The funeral passed off in 4 very pleasant
amer, nothing occurring TO mar the harmony
the occasion. BY a happy thought of Reei-
Ids mother, the wives walked to the grave
Fenty abreast, which rendered that part of the
remony thoroughly impartial. '
mat night the twenty wives, with heavy hearts, =
ught their twenty respective touches. But no I
sginald occupied those twenty respective couches
Reginald would nevermore linger all night in -.
isstul repose in those twenty couches-Reginald
2uid neSermO-e press the twenty respective
ilows of those twenty respective couches- =
yer, nevermorei r
In another house, not many leagues from the
Duse OF Mourning, 4 gray-haired woman was ,
seping passionateiy. He died. she cried. d
ne died, without sigerfyin', in any respect,
them mules went to ~
CHAPTER ". 7
MARRIED AGAIN. OF
Two years are supposed to have elapsed be- e.
the third ano fourth chapters of this orig
ii American roma nee.
q manly Mormon, one evening as the sun was