The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1885-02-14
MOILY'S PERIL.
How the Danites Tracked a Husband Who
Had Pretty Wife.

ABOUT the door OF 4 substantial frame
house, chatting with our host, a sturdy
specimen of manhood, whose Winter
of life was ''frosty, but kindly" One
of the party had started on the "N1or-
mon question: when another, pointing
to the old man, said:
"Adams was pioneer Mormon, and
can tell you all about it. Ask him why
he apostatized.'
No sooner suggested than acted
upon, and old John, smiling good hui
moredly, consented to give US the story.
Would that | could give the quaint
phraseology,the rough yet tender pathos
and the kindly humor which gave the
narrative its great charm. The former
[ will preserve SO far as l can, and "tell
the tale as it was told to me-.
"Ya-as, | hev been a saint began
Adams, and continued: 81 went to
Utah in 'lS, and walk't most the way.
Ye see, | was young teller then, an
he'd good farm an a pretty wife, who
hain't got over bein' purity yet, ter my
way O. thinkin.' My heart was jist tied
up in her. an | work't airly an late fur
us both, an we was happy an comf't ii
bul when one o. them Mormon m1sh-
oncrs cum along, an he was the slick
est talkin' coon We liver heerd, an he
put up at my house. He didn't hev no
pus nor scrip but that wa-ant nothin' !;
thar was dunn few as cum trompin
along thar in them days as did hev
much Of enythin'. TUX 'em in all a
same, an we gin EN- what we had.
"This teller said he was saint of the
Lord, and he wanted ter preach the
gospil in our parts, kase thar whar his
mishun was. | didn't hev no scrupils !;
and the woman-wal, ye know how
wimmin is about preachers-she said,
Let him stay, and he stopped along
thar fur nigh onto a month, a-preachln
and a-tellin about the glorees of Zion
and the bliss Of the Kingdom, and all
SIGH stuff, till he got the wirlmin most
crazy.
"Now, l wun't say but how l was
sort Of taken in it'll the doctrine my
self any way, was taken in and dun
fur on the Mormon question. l was
convarted. But I'll say this ere, as
how my wife done as much torts it as
the mishuner. She'd gi' en- right in to
the doctrine, and she uset to talk to
me about being wan of the Lord S
chosen, and a,goin with Joseph, and
Hyrum, and the rist Of the SAINTS, right
along on the trail to glory. So sold
out the farm for cash, and Molly and
me we moved over into Nauvoo, whar
we he'd ter go thro' the endowment
biz'ness, kase we wa-ant married fur
time and eternity in the world.
Gents, ye mayn't think it, but my
ole oman was jist too purity for any
thing them days. She d brown, shiny
har, and great, big hazel eyes, red
cheeks, and little mouth as was jlst
Twin kiss, and thar wa-an't nuthen' cud
beat her on shape, nuther. jist loved
that gal, for she want much more'n
a sal then"
The old man looked around to see
whether his cole oman" had heard his
praiseful "reminiscences, but that comely
dame had disappeared early in the
course of the story, and if within hear
ing, was not in sight, so, after draining
a mug of cider, Adams proceeded:
II don't spose thar's eny use IN 60
ing over the Nauvoo biznis. No two
has iyer tole it the same. Eny way,
Joseph and Hyrum wus kilt at Car
thege. and ivry thin wus in a mix till
Brigham Young TUX holt, and then
things iumpt, fust to Winter Quarters
and then TO Salt Lake. The story's bin
tot often. Did liver eny wan of ye
| drive an oX-team about THOUSAND or
twelve hundred miles? My Molly, my
purity Molly, got peeket and the color
Wint outen her cheeks, and her eyes
war dull, and her mouth, that sweet
little mouth, got drawd at the corners
and sad, and her har wur sun tanned
and faded, and she got sort of careless
in her dress, cummin' O Twin in a
wa9in SO long, and then, We see, gents,
we war eApectin baby. 1t war hard
on Molly. l sort of think l car d more
for her jist then n l liver did.
"Someiimes she'd come out and
walk along side me, and she'd talk
about the ole farm and the ole times,
wen we was a-courtin, and her voice'd
git sort of sad and m'nful, and her
eyes'd LUX list as tho she didn't see
nothin nur nobody, all wet with big
tears, but she wouldn't cry. And wen
we'd stop at nights she'd cum and sit
sit in my arms, and put her head on
my shoulder, and cry out, so weak and
pitiful, oh, John amt we never 60
ing to git thar?'
'Wal, wen we war in the Rockies the
baby cum, and tho't as how it d be a
comfort to Molly, but it didn't stay
long, poor little gal, and | buried it in
pleasant green valley war we left it,
as Molly said to. be taken care of by
Him as calls the little children to Him.
'Fin;ly we got to Salt Lake, and |
left Molly thar to git risted and went
up No'thards an tux up some land, and
arter four or five months l got things
in shape and brot Molly up. And it
was my ole Molly, with the bright eyes
and laffing mouth at whit singing