The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-01-26

ted, barefoot, to the fortunes of the
heated iron floor.
Remember hat death Is the COM
mon lot added the ~persevering lady.
death doesn't terrify me- returned
the w%idower, in an Impressive tone.
SITS being left behind"
"Believe me neighbor Jones, time
will soften your sorrow, and God will
give you strength to bear this vista
tion.n
Never" he exclaimed. / do not
wish my sorrow softened, and 1 don't
care about strengthen fact, l hope 1t will
fail, and my bodily powers decay, that
1 may soon follow her to the tomb"
"Such feelings are sinful, Mr.. Jones;
conduct yourself with becoming forth
tude, and in due time find a companion
for yourself and a mother for your
children"
Here the afflicted man had a fresh
paroxysm of grief, and struck some
highly tragical attitudes favoring his
kindly disposed neighbor with some of
the most lugubrious expressions ever
attempted and successfully achieved
either on the stage or of.
II shall never, never, marry again.
The sainted Mrs. Jones has not her
equal on earthl The bare idea of a Sec
ond wife seems like the rankest treason
to departed worth; but 1 forgot you,
Mrs. Smith, for I dare say you NM
mean WE'LL"
The worthy woman now realized that
such woe was altogether out Of her
depth, and that she could not possibly
fish up any comfort from the common
waters of consolation; and 80, with a
sigh, she left the bereaved Jones to
wallow alone through the mire Of afiic-
ton.
Everybody said Jones would never
get married, and the idea was of univer-
sal prevalence.
In just one month from the day of
Mrs. jones' decease, Mrs. Smith from
a window, saw a remarkably well dress
ed gentleman driving quite gaily, with
a young lady at his side.
"Who in the world can that be?'
she asked, turning to her friend, Mrs.
Hopkins.
"That' replied the lady, sis Mr..
jones'"
at can't be possiblei"
"And why notpn inquired Mrs. Hop
kins.
"Because his wife's death has broken
his spirit, and he'll never hold up his
head again. But l do declare, 1t does
look like him!''
"And do you recognize the lady with
himp" resumed the other.
"It's probably his wife's aunt" said
Mrs. Smith, carefully adjusting her
glasses.
Nothing of the kind; it's the pretty
widow Perkins, whose husband died
last fall"
swell, 1 never expected to see Mr..
Jones look SC cheerful, or spruce up in
such a way. Why, l don't remember
when I've seen a man Frustrated by
a bereavement as he was by the death
of Mrs. Jones. Really. / thought he
would die of grief"
"You perceive 1t is wearing of pretty
fast. You see in the young widow
Perkins the future Mrs. Jones proba-
bly,"
SNOW. Mrs. Hopkins, you are really
uncharitable. 1t is most likely the
poor soul has no such idea in his mind.
Who knows but he is going to visit his
wife's grave?"
ut don't look much like it to me,
Mrs. Smith. 1 should say that he is
counting his second wife"
HELL marry; he most solemnly
assured me that he shouldn't" res
ponded Mrs. Smith, sharply.
"Wait awhile,' was the laconic reply.
And so they waited.
Would you believe it, reader?-have
you anticipated the announcement We
are about to makeP Mr.. Jones was
married to the widow Perkins in pre-
cisely two months after his adored So
phronia's departure from this world of
vicissitudes. All the neighbors talked.
appeared nonplussed, and couldn't COM
prehend it in the least. The crushed,
broken spirited Jones could not be
found any where; but a cheerful. some
what dashing, carefully-dressed person
bearing that name, was frequently seen
walking very lovingly and cozily with a
lady that sported the unmistakble trap
pings of a bride. That serene, COM
placent, smiling-looking individual
must once have the widower who forms
the subject of this sdetch. People
stopped and gazed at him in the street
until his ~rejuvenated figure was out of
sight; and this they did for a long time,
until thav a0u1d parcunda fbanooIyoo