Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1885-01-08
duce the reader to-
CHPIsTOPHER CLARE


two years betwixt burials, Cat it again,
you incorrigible ink-sprinklerD had
been regularly and religiously observ-
ed. "Stuffie' was an ordinarily good
looking church elder, worth in person
al and real estate over $4,000. He
obtained considerable property and no
children by his first three wives; moth
ing but poor girls wardrobe and
two delicate and beautiful babes by
the fourth. All these were good, sweet,
quiet, Christian ladies; and right SIN
cerely did he mourn the loss OF each
and every one of them. Nothing start
ling, gossip provoking or unfortunate
had as yet marred his connubial ca
reer except the fearfully fatal and re-
lentless march of death on the women's
side of the house.
In due season "Stuttie" married
again-this time pretty heavily yoked
to a widow, her seven children, her
river plantation and her twenty ne
groes. Poor fellow! During the aw-
full period which succeeded this union
of the horse and the rhinoceros, he
could have sung every day at the eli
macteric of realistic frenzy -
II married me twister-oh, then!
l married me twistcr-oh, then!
l married twister-
Twas the old devils sister;
And the world went hard with me then,
Oh, then!
And the world went hard with me then p
A "fire and tow" virago of ever un-
governed and ungovernable temper
a constitutional, ceaseless and cruelty
created scold-the acme of perverslty
and a demon of the femme gender was
Mrs. Col. Huntington. Clare's man
agement of cher property, cher"
plantation, "her" negroes, cher" chill
dren-these were the gall of bitter
ness she continually vomited-these
the bones of contention she ground to
powder every Hve-long day and night
in her quarreiling mill, and anon
moulded them into new shape in the
tantalizing paradise of one peaceful
hour, only to be torn into shreds and
pulver.zed over and over beneath the
unwearicd tramp of her centrally piv-
oted tongue and showered into her
victimize1 husbands ears. At last
| she lett him, shortly to die in an un-
controlled fit of anger-unlamented,
but forever after to be a skeleton for
public scandal to parade before poor
'sStuff1e's" gaze wherever he went, and
to dampen and destroy his prospects,
whatever he did. He was happily free
of her; but not little discouraged IN
the woman doctrines he had charita
bly, and justly held, up to the date O
his latest experience.
The melancholy "losic of events
now e!ucidated proposition which
had long "hung fire''-that 'Stufle's'
luck was undeniably and villainously
bad But Miss Eveiina Spriggs, al
old maid too honleiy to catch anybody
else, caught on to the two pretty babe
of wife No. 4, and, out Of sheer pit,
for them and love for his farm anC
fixtures, became madam No. 6. Anc
she was number six" medicine sur
enough as the neighbors used to say
and mighty strong at that" Sh
caught cold sitting up waiting for {
G. to come home from a grog shop on
! night, Che had begun to drink som
} now, to "down trouble pa plague
poor plan,) got into congestive chill
and staid in it ad i,atintun. So mucl
! for No. 6. "Peace to her ashes" h
} wrote as metto for her epitapb, bs
, cause, forsooth, he didn't want 'em t
/ declare any more war. She was know
| while living, as the ''screamer afte
= she was gone-why who's got an
!, right to say it? ~
Well, and who next? Why, anothe
i, widow-no scold, no crusty Sprigg
: IA ,eritable, sim, n-pure, Cal is
| ian woman, who referme
1 "Stuffie," raised and educated his tW
7 children well, and-outlived him
| She was another Catherine-anothe
: surviving relic OF vastly-marrie
: King Henry! The sunset of his day
e like Jobs, was glorious. A wife tn;
t is wife is worth just $4,000 hersel
without cent of marriage dover.
i ROBERT RHINEHEART.
e Robert Bigf.east / might have cal
d ed him! He had eight wives, Gone
d time y and buried 'em all in a ro'
l with large and tasteful marble mo
y ument at the head of each, in his ga
d den, and in plain view frem his be
d room window
d won't pretend to tell what dor
st know-the particulars of their hist
IS ries-who they all were and what th'
n died of-neither he nor anybody el
n ever told me. But he loved 'em all
IS yes, I'ln certain of that-he wo.shi
i, ped 'em.
IF One day paid him visit, and
Il led me to the bedroom window al
7, pointed out with pride their well-a
y, pointed graves. "Friend Hail." sa
y he, 'sthere lie eight Of the best WON
"a that ever walked on shoc- leather. A
d here is bottle of the best wine, viii
t. I have ordered by the hamper, osl
a. cially to drink with my friends. I
y ns reyerently toast their lnemori
i Here is to aeoma,a-may every woma
st son respect, love and cherish her, W
s. as wife,. mother and sister, is Go
ID most precious gift to man !" As
K lifted our glasses, q tear stole do
It the old mans cheek. He had S
It vived his wives; but they NIL seem
n standing around us there! ss
ne ANNANIAS AXHER.
o. The faithful historian has so