The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1866-11-08

After rumaging awhile for a pen, ink
and paper, he produced the following
demoralized ef1hsion:
'6ir: II the boy must 20 into branch.
select one yourself; but for his mothers
sake, don't put him In Tar river"
THE BRIDAL WINE CUP.
In 1851 there lived in small town in
the State Of New York the deacon Of 4
certain Christian church, who was noted
for his liberal qualities, who was in the
habit Of giving large wine suppers
amongst his brotherhood Of the church,
and, as . general Thing, the guests
would return home rather more than
slightly inebriated, or rather more intox.
icated than they would have been II
they had staid at home .na ....----,' -4>-
saved themselves the trouble Of carry
ing the big head upon their own shoul-
ders, on the following day, ~ was the
case. The scene which wish to repre-
sent was one Of . similar kind.
Upon Christmas day Of Sit was
the marriage Of the only daughter ofthe
deacon-it was night of joy and glee.
After the marriage had been performed,
the bottles of wine were brought forth;
all present filled their goblets full Of the
poisonous nectar, except one, who
stood like marble statute. It was the
bride; whilst the words were spoken
from one Of the crowd, "Pledge with
wine" "Pledge with wine," cried
the young and thoughtless Harvey
Wood; "Pledge with wine, !" ran through
the crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale; the
decisive hour had come. She pressed
her white hands together, and the leaves
Of her bridal wreath trembled on her
pure brow; her breath came quicker
and her heart beat wilder. "Yes, Ma
rion, lay aside your scruples for this
once" said the deacon in . low tone,
going towards his daughter; 'the conn
pany expect it; do not 20 infringe up
on the rules Of etiquette; in your own
home act as you please, but In mine, for
this once please me-"
Every eye was turned towards her, for
Marion's principles were known. Hem
ry had been convivialist, but late his
friends had noticed q change in his
manners, the difference of his habits
and tonight they watched to see, as they
sneerinR'y said, If he was tied down to a
woman's opinion SO soon.
= Pouring brimming goblet, they held
1t with tempting smiles toward Marion.
She was very pale, though more COM
posed, and her hand shook not, as, smil-
ing back, she gracefully accepted the
crystal tempter and raised it to her lips.
But scarcely had she done SO when ev-
cry one was attracted by her piercing
exclamation of, "Oh, how terrible!'
"What is it?" cried one aud all,
thronging together, for she had carried
the glass to her arms length and was
fixedly regarding it as though it was
some hideous object.
"What?" she answered, while an in
spired light shonc from her eyes; "wait,
and will tell you. see," she added,
slowly raising one of her jeweled fingers
"a sight that beggars oil descrip-
ton; and yet listen-I will paint 1t for
you, If can; it is q lovely spot; tall
mountains, crowded with verdure, rise
in awful sublimity around; a river runs
through, and bright flowers grow to the
waters edge There is thick warm
mist that the sun seeks vainly to pierce.
Trees lofty and beautiful, wave to the
motion of the breeze. But there a group
of Indians gather, and fit to and fro
with something like sorrow upon their
dark brows, and in their midst lies q
manly form-but his dark cheek. how
deathly-his eyes wild with the fitful
fire of fever. One friend stands beside
him, I should say kneels, for see, he is
pillowlng that poor head upon his
breast. Genius in ruins, on the high
holy looking brow-why should death
mark it, and he SO young! Look how
he throws back the damp curls! See
ulul CLASP uI0 nAAuo, ACAsI LILO 6AAACAS
for life; how he clutches at the form Of
his companion, imploring to be saved!
Oh, hear him call piteously his fathers
name; see him twine his fingers to-
gcther, as he shrieks for his sister-his
only sister, the twin Of his soul-weep-
ing for him in his distant native land!
See!' she exclaimed, while the bridal
party shrank back, the untasted wine
trembling in their grasp, and the dea-
con fell overpowered into his seat-"see
his arms are lifted to heaven; he prays
how wildly for mercy. But fever rush.
es through his veins. The friend beside
him is weeping. Awe-stricken, the
dark men move silently away, and leave
the living and dying together"
There was hush in that princely
parlor, broken only by what seemed q
smothered sob from some manly bosom.
The bride stood yet upright, with
quivering lip, and tears streaming into
the outward edge of her lashes. Her