American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1872-09-07
Resurrection of Mrs. SparkinS.

IIoratio Sparkins is one of the bright
and shining lights of the mercantile COM
munity of the Queen City. He attends
closely to business during the week, at
tends church twice day on Sundays. sub
scribes literally to the Relief Union,
Bethel Cause. and other public charities,
and reads the acknowledgment of the
same in the morning papers with great
satisfaction. Although on the shady side
offorty, he is in an excellent state of pres
ervatiOn; dresses very neatly, and is
withal, something of dandy in regard to
his personal appearance.
He has two great troubles in HE.
His first and greatest is his better half.
Mrs. 5. is tall, angular. not at all good
lOoking-a great shrew, and of very jcal-
Gus disposition-SO much so that Sparkins
is very sorry to enter his own house, and
second trouble is that he is partially bald.
He tries to hide this defect by a skillful
manipulation of his back hair, but is not
very successful in the effort.
| IIoratio has been very fortunate in ac-
cumulating plentiful store of worldly
goods, and lives in an elegant residence in
the west end. At the time of which we
write, his family consisted of himself,
Mrs. s., and her cousin, pretty Polly Per
kins.
! Mrs. Sparkins lay upon her death bed
So said the doctor-:.nd doctors are
generally allowed to be judges in such
matters; besides. DR.. Muddlepate is pro-
fessor of the medical college, lives in a
stone front house in a fashionable local
ity, and has an extensive practice among
| the bon ton, of the city-raisoa dc plus.
! is there no hope, doctor?' said Polly
| Perkins.
as there no hopes said Horatio Tho
ms.
Being the lady's husband, he spoke last,
| of course.
The doctor looked at the disconsolate
widower IN posse, drew forth his watch,
and silently indicating the hour oftwelve,
| he solcmnly shook his head.
Il am very sorry to hear it," calculated
Sparkins.
| "Alas my poor cousin" sobbed Polly.
| AS an impartial historian. truth cOmpels
us to say that Horatio neither sobbed nor
| sighed, his grief was too dccp-seated for
such outward manifestations.
'She was so good, so kind, and so pi-
Ous." sobbed Polly.
$50 amiable. so humble. and such good
manager" said Sparkins. \ low moan
from the subject of their eulogies, showed
| that they were not altogether lost upon
her, and that her parting spirit rejoiced in
the testimonial to her virtues.
"She was too good for earth and | did
not deserve her, but she is going now, and
where shall l get such another?' contin-
! ucd he.
:. Not in all this city-that is, just such
another" sobbcd Polly, As she moved
closer to him.
s'What is to become of my house and
what is to become of me, Pollyg'-there
was pathos in his tones, and n solitary teal
| trickled down his nose. 'I'll Jump off the
Suspension bridge and drown myself
but when he thought of the ice and the
cold water, he appeared undecided, and
I IL, s1r- h.
apartment, could rest upon no object but
the sympathizinY face OF pretty Polly
Perkins. He was seated on the side OF
| the bed. ''COme here, Polly said he. and
| edging along he made room for her by his
| side. Now it is hard to carry on a con-
vcrsation with no one looking at you, and
| she having modestly turned her face away.
he gently took her bv the chin. and turn
| ing her face toward his, looked her stead.
! lily in the eve.
'.Where Shall get such another?'' said
/ Horatio.
''There's the widow Jones ~ suggested
Polly.
Pooh, pooh she's an old bag: but
but-what do you say to Polly Perkins"
| The murder was out, and he felt intin
itely relieved. His hand ciasped hers; il
was a pretty little hand with long taper
| fingers and almond shaped nails. When
ones right hand holds that of pretty
woman, there is only one thing to be done
with the other. Horatio's left arm natu-
rally encircled the supple waist of the
lovely Polly.
| He drew her closer to him and leaning
| forward-their lips met in lovely kiss
nectar and ambrosia. There was a little
round polished patch on the summit OF
Horatio's peri-c1'ani,sn,, from which the
hair had gradually rcceded; sort OF
oasis, or rather miniature mountain
peak, rising above the highest point OF
| vegetation. 1t was on this spot, unde-
Tended alike by Art and Nature, that AT
this moment blow descended with a ter
| rible 6 whack.''
The interesting couple sprang to theil
feet and turning about quickly, beheld &
sight that well nigh petrified them. The
all but defunct Mrs. s., sat bold upright in
bed, her eyes no longer glazed with the
film of approaching dissolution, but flash
| ing fire; while in her hand she held !:
heavy hair brush. a weapon of might. as
| Horatio's bloody head could testify. HeI
rage had broken her quinsy, and although
she could not speak, and was nearly cho
ked, the rapidity of her gutteral intona-
tions argued well for her future eloqucnce
Mrs Sparkins recovered, the fair Polly
was banished, but oh Heavens! what a life
| HOratio has led since then.
Sterility and Depletion.