The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1866-01-24

Low Axp Dus1rros.-Ths Aontssuma
Rspssjicsm, in this stats, chronicles little
romance transpiring in that locality. Not .
romance either, bat m "owre true tale Of
love, marriage, deaertion and theft. The
story is long, = the Reps6lioa. tells it, but
We can make It briefer. Brownsville is vii
lage near Montezuma. Thither last fall came
: young man named Carpenter and sought
board in the home of farmer in the vicinity.
Said his home was inVirginia- He was Union
man. Rebels had compelled him TO fee,
almost penniless, and murdered his fathers
family. Farmer felt bad and took him in.
Farmer had fair haired daughter of some
eighteen summers, to whom the years had
brought few cares, and left only light hearted
and beautiful. Carpenter fell desperately in
love with young lady; ditto young lady with
Carpenter Then moonlight strolls and ''sich. -
He would rehearse the story Of his wrongs in
Secessis, and, like another Desdemona. she
gave him for his pains world Of signs; she
said twas pitiful, twas wondrous pitiful; she
loved him for the perils be had borne, and he
loved her for CANNON. And she would
put her delicately rounded arms about his
neck and call him dear good fellow, and her
justification shall be, she thought so. Thus
things went on swimmingly. Here we add, en-
parenthesis, that girls sharp-eyed mother
didn't like Carpenter all this time; thought
him villain. Young lady didn't, as Arte-
mus, the inimitable, would say, see it in
those lamps" Hence she chung to Carpen-
ter. Daughter was called away to visit sick
sister in Newton, where she remained some
time, but the correspondence continued regu-
Iarly, and, as distance lends enchantment to
the view, deeper and deeper seated in her
'' buzzum" was the young lady's affection.
While she was absent, however, our gay de-
ceiver had become an ardent and unremitting
sutton to a gushing and handsome young
widow in the neighborhood of Brownsville,
possessed of good farm. This suit also
prospered. He proposed" Widow said
Eyes, but ask papa" He did so. Papa had
no objections, if he could prove his identity
OF course he could. Gave the name of .
gentleman, who, he said, lived near Monte
yuma, and had known him from his boy
hood. Papa didn't know the man, but thought
it was all right. They would marry next
Saturday. The affair should be kept pro-
foundly secret, and Carpenter proposed that
she should at once sell her farm and he would
buy one he had selected in lama county, and
they would live there in comfort and bliss
Nice. but didn't work. Papa, widow and
Carpenter went to Montezuma following Sat
urday, that the loving couple might wed.
Cautious papa made inquiries and found no
such man in existence as the one Carpenter
had referred him to. Smelt q very large
mice, and, Fastening to daughter, told her
Carpenter was an imposter, and no wedding
came off.
Meantime young lady had returned Car
penter visited her at once and told her that
he was only visiting widow TO "throw dust
in young lady's mothers sharp eyes. They
pledged unalterable love and all that. Alter
his suit failed with widow he redoubled his
devotion to young lady. Proposed marriage.
They went to Marengo and were wed. Re-
turned and took up their abode with broth
er-in-law Of the bride, who lived in Montezu.
ma. A few weeks ago, Carpenter took SPLEEN
did team valued at $500, not his own of
course, to go to Brownsville after load Of
corn, and nothing has since been seen of him.
His young wife is pining.
There is moral in all this Young ladies
shouldn't be sweet upon young gentlemen
from Virginia, whom nobody knows and
whom mamma doesn't think we'll of, and
who deceive young widows and who mean
to steal team and run away after they marry
1t isn't pleasant We hope none of our young
ladies', down in this locality, will be guilty of
it. If such an one seeks you, don't smile
upon him, nor take moonlight strolls with
him, nor put your fair arms about his neck
and call him dear good fellow. but see him
with your mammals sharp eyes, and don't
like him, but marry somebody else, who
won't run away with stolen team on pretence
of going after a load of corn somewhere and |
leave you to pine. That's duck.
A NEW YORK reporter, giving an account of q |
very select and recherche dinner party given in
Fifth Avenue recently, does it up in poetry, and |
closes his account with the following feeling
stanza
But strange to say what ere did pass,
Was it soup, fish, tarts or filters,