The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1874-06-12

State of Cincinnati the best OF any
have been in. 1 stopped at Halifax. 1t
is a dull, cold, miserable place. They
kept us three days in Baltimore, to dis
charge cargo. At Cincinnati my lug
gage vas smashed, and 1 had to pur-
chase deal boxes to pack in. They
charged me a sovereign forthem. Twas
detained one day at st. Louisa nasty,
gloomy, smoky place, is it not, sir? AT
L~eavenworth they refused to take nay
English gold fer my hotel bill, and l was
in great trouble and distress. Did l get
nv luggage all right? Yes, sir.
There is nine hundred pounds OF
it. Why did I bring SO much,
did you say? Why, sir, my hus-
band wrote me that he had got
a perfect little Eden of q place in Col
orado. Yes, sir, he calls our new home
Eden, and 1 thought I would bring as
many of the old things from home as
possible, and I brought a box of tea, a
barrel of sugar, several bolts of long
cloth. some boots and clothing, and ut
least a hundred different kinds CT gar
den-seeds. We will be so happy when
1 get home. But, sir (crying), l really
think I never will reach home again.
Three weeks of travel all alone has
nearly cost me my life.
"What is my husband doing in Col
orado, did you say, sir? He is sheep
farming. He was a tailor and gentle
men's-furnisher in Gloster. We lived
in one house for nineteen years. My
father kept the business before 1 mar
ried my husband. We were doing very
we'll and getting rich, but my husband,
who had been a sailor when a boy, and
who was born in Brazil, was always dis
contented md wanted to travel. In an
evil hour 1 consented to sell out II
business in Gloster. He took $1,000
with him and started to Colorado. His
letters which he wrote from Colorado
were very interesting they were printed
in u county paper at lone. Oh, sir,
if you only could know how tired 1 am
of travelling, how lonesome 1 feel here
upon these plains, so many thousands
of miles from my dear old home, you
would realize how anxious / am to meet
my husband"
The sun and the train rolled on west
ward, and toward evening on the second
day ont from Kansas City camel in sight
of Bijon. My feljow-passenger was all
hustle and excitement; she had been
half a dozen times to the glass to adjust
her hair and apparel. The beautiful
little boy in his Scotch cap, blue jacket
and black stockings had had his golden
locks freshly curled, his rosy cheeks
washed, and stood upon the car-seat
looking out of the window-looking for
Father"
"Oh, mother, / think 1 see father"
said Charley. "No, mother, it is some
one else. Oh, l see a coffin, mother;
some person is dead they are taking
the coffin out OF a wagon. mother. There
it is, mother there, we are past it now.
Now we shall see father, We are home"
The train stopped. The weary, trav-
eled-soiled neice of Charles Dickens
gathered up her parcels and her cloaks,
and stepped out upon the wild, bleak
spot called Bijou Station. The passen-
gers, all interested in the laxative and
unsophisticated pair Of travellers, crowd
ed to the windows Of the car to witness
the expected meeting between husband
and wife. They saw it. While her
baggage was being tumbled ont of the
car, she stood with her baby in her
arms and her boy by her side gazing
around upon the strange scene, and
peering eagerly among the rough-clad
ranchmen and plainsmen for the face
which alone of all others she wished to
see.
A rough-looking but polite ranchman
stepped forward, and, with a clumsy
bow and bashful manner, inquired who
the MADAM desired to see."
81 want my husband, Mr.. Henry
Lester. Does he not keep a sheep and
cattle farm near hereY"
"He did, madam" answered the
ranchman, sadly "but he's rounded-up
his herd for the last time. There he is
in hat coffin, died last Wednesday
night, and we're sendin' the body back
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