Charles City intelligencer. [volume] (Charles City, Floyd County, Iowa) 1864-1866, 1866-04-12
NUMBER Is.

All, his pride was touched TO the quick
now. CLARK Tiffany, will yon help
me carry my-my wife homey She
is quite unable to walk. Good heav.
ems that should have lived to see
this day /"
Clark Tiffany advanced, with sub.
dued grin upon his countenance. to as.
sist his boon companion. But it was
no easy task they had undertaken.
Never was SO totally limps and help
less burden before from the tip Of
the pink worsted hood to the fur-edged
moccasin there was no spark of elias
ITCHY or animation, as the two men
dragged their slow way over the hard,
frozen ground.
Abominable disgraceful I" NUT
tered Fenwick, wiping his streaming
forehead.
"Just what you've done yourself
a dozen times, remarked Tiffany.
changing the arm that supported tho
leaden shoulders. Jupiter ! who'd
suppose woman could be so heavy 7"
Myself! Of course have-more
shame to me !" retortcd Fenwick.
But woman--an my wife /"
don't know that it's any worse
for woman than a man." said Tiffa3y
"on'y it's not customary"
Zone thing is certain" resumed
Fenwick, after moments silence, and
his tone was full of deep passionate
earnestness "after this nights work
| will cut off my right hand before |
will re-enter that accnrsed bar.room
l've drunk my last glass of liquor +! /"
That-that's not fair sleepiiy
muttered the burden. Just when
I've begun to enjoy myself it'll
say it's not fair /"
A smothered groan escaped from
Fenwick's lips.
Before heaven register the vow !"
he exclaimed. From this hour,
will never touch intoxicating draughts
more, SO help me God I"
As he spoke, the red, Pickering
stream of light from the moreen cur
tanned window glanced athwart their
path. .....
Home at last |" he exclaimed,
with an accent of relief as Aunt Try
pbosa flung open the door.
The fire was blazing brightly, the
cat was purring contentedly on the
FURNISHED bricks of the old-fashioned
hearth, and-wonder of wonders -
Rosa sat by the table. in the dark
brown calico and coqnetish silk apron,
stitching at narrow strip of linen.
Rosa !" gasped jerome, in open.
mouthed astonishment. "You here -
Where else should be, Jerome :"
demanded Mrs. Fenwick, with exem-
plary calmness.
"Do we live in the age of witchcraft
Am | dreaming, or am | wide awake
and in the full possession Of my ordin.
AIRY senses 2" exclaimed Jerome Fen
wick. turning to the limp figure on
the kitchen settle.
No longer limp, however 1t had
suddenly risen up. straight and vigor-
Gus as young pine, and, throwing
back the gingham draperies and pink
| worsted hood, stood before them in
the uniform of a federal lieutenant.
"At your service, Mr.. Fenwick,
said Charley Warner, with dancing
eyes and defiant brow.
Rosa,' said Jerome, still bewilder-
ed, "who is this ?"
at is my brother, Jerome-my
brother Charley" faltered Rosa.
Don't lie angry, please--indeed |
couldn't stop him-he would go, aud
aunt Tryphosa encouraged him"
"Well, I'm heartily glad it's no.
my wife i"said Jerome, extending
his hand, Welcome home from the
wars, brother-in-law but | question
whether any victory in which you
have been concerned during the three
years of your absence can equal the
victory You have this night gained
jerome |" exclaimed Rosa, Z" sure
ly you have not"
But he has though !" interposed
Lieutenant Charley, leisurely lighting
a cigar among the smonldering chest
nut embers. {" l bear witness that he
has this night solemnly pledged him
self to abstain for ever more from the
COIumUlan auu all thdt hppetLainS
thereunto. Isn't it so, you friend. that
so kindly held up my head Z"
"Well, thought you were rather
heavy" acknowledged Clark Tiffany.
"But-no offence. sir--l really don't
, see how your head stands those two
glasses of gin"
"Ab, that's because I've been in
the army" responded Lieutenant War
ner. with charming frankness.
What. little Rosa, crying again !"
Don't mind me. Charley it's only
because Pm so happy"
Happy. ell 7 Well. it isn't my way
of expressing happiness" observed
Warner. "And aunt Tryphosa 10 cry.
, ing too Well, I've read good many
puzzles in my day, but a woman is the
: most unaccountable Of 'em all |"
|, Lieutenant Warner did not know
' that upon that bright food Of tears al
!. Rosa Fenwick's doubts, fears and in
ward distresses were swept away In
. to the past. She was crying only be
cause she wa happy.
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