The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-06-11

you Dttttf 60 10 the mOurners
bench mex, time yourself, instead Of
talking TO the mourners as if you
we're an anglo Come, Ann Eliza,
look at yourself. and see If you can
sing glory -halleluish. Hey?"
sI.et me co. plead the young wo-
man, in terror.
"Not YET, von angelic creature
Now that come to think Of it, piety
suits your style of feature. Ann Eli
IA, ! want to ask you one question
before we part, TO meet down below.
perhaps. Ii you are so pious, why
can't you be honest? Why can't YOU
tell Preacher Goodwin what you left
Pennsylvania for? Why the devil
don't you let him know beforehand
what sort Of a horse he's getting when
he invests in yon? Is it pious to
cheat = man into marrying you, when
you know he wouldn't do it ifhe knew
the whole TRUTH Come now. you
talk good deal about the "bar of
God," what do YOU think will become
of such swindle as you are, at the
bar of Godgs
"You are wicked man." cried she.
"to bring up the sins that / have put
behind my back. Why should talk
with-with Brother Goodwin or any,
body about them?"
For Ann Eliza always quicted her
conscience by reasoning that Gods
forgiveness had made the unpleasant
facts of her life as though they were
not. 1t was very unpleasant, when she
had put down her memory entirely
upon certain points, to have it march
up to her from without, wearing a
wolf-skin cap and false whiskers, and
speaking about the most disagreeable
subjects.
"Ann Eliza, thought maybe you
had conscience, but you don't seem
to have any. You are totally deprav-
ed, | believe, if you do love to sing
and shout, and pray Now, when =
preacher cannot get man to be good
by talking at his conscience. he talks
damnation to him. But you think you
have managed to get on the blind side
of God, and don't suppose you are
afraid of hell itself. So, as conscience
and predition won't touch you, I'll
try something else. You are going
to write note to Prea cher Goodwin
and let him off. ! am going to carry
it."
Il won't write any such note, ii
you shoot me"
"You are not afraid Of gunpowder.
You think you'd sail into heaven
straight, by virtue of your exper-
fences. | am not going to shoot you,
but here is pencil and piece of pa
per. You may write to Goodwin, or
/ shall. If write | will put down a
truthful history of all Ann Eliza Mea-
CHAINS life, and | shall he quite par.
ticular to tell him why you left Penn
sylvAnia and came ont here to evan
gelize the wilderness. and play the
mischief with your heavenly blue
eyes. Buff you write, I'll keep still.'
"Ill write, then" she said in trepi-
j
dation.
"You'll write now, honey" replied
her mysterious tormenter, leading the
horse up to the stump.
Ann Eliza dismounted, sat down,
and took the pencil. Her ingenious
mind Immediately set itself to devils
ing some way by which she might
satisfy the man who was so strangely
acquainted with her life, and yet keep
a sort of hold upon the preacher. But
the man stood behind her and said, ,as
she began, "Now write what | say.
| don't care how you open. Call him
any sweet name you please. But
you'd better say Dear Sir"
Ann Eliza wrote: "Dear Sir"
"Now say: 'rhe engagement be-
tween us is broken off. Il is my fault,
not yours
81 won't write that"
"Yes, you will, my pious friend
Now, Ann Eliza, you've got nice
face; when man once gets in love
with you he can't quite get out.
suppose l will feel tender toward you
when we meet to part no more, down
below. | was in love with you once y
"Who are yous'
go, that don't matter!" | was GO
ing to say that if hadn't been in
love with your blue eyes once | would
not have taken the trouble to come
forty miles to get you to write this
letter. / was only mile away from
Brother Goodwin, as you call him,
when heard that you had victimized
him. / could have sent him note
l came over here to save YOU from the
ruin you deserve. ] could have told
him more than the people in Pennsyl.
vapia ever knew. Come, my dear
scribble away as ! say,or will tell him
and everybody else what will take the
music out of your love-feast speeches
in all this country"
With a tremulous hand Ann Eliza
wrote, rejecting that she could send
another note after this and tell Brother
Goodwin that a highwayman who en-
tertained an insane love for her hao
met her in a lonely spot and extorted
this from her. She handed the note
to Pinkey.
Snow, Ann Eliza, you'd better ash
God to forgive this sin, too. Yot
may pray and shout till you die. II
never say anything-unless you oper
communication with Preacher Coed
win again. Do that, and I'll blow yo,
sky high"
"You are cruel and wicked, ant
mean, and"
"Come, Ann Eliza, you used to cal
me sweeter names than that, and yo,
don't look half so fascinating whel
you're mad as when you are talkin,
heavenly. Good by, Miss Meacham.
And with that Pinkey went into
thicket and brought forth his ow
horse and rode away, not on The roa
but through the woods
If Ann Eliza could have guesse,
which one of her many lovers thi
might be, she would have set abou
forming some plan for circumventin
him. But the mystery was too muc
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