A MORMON ROMANCE.

Wairarapa Standard, Volume I, Issue 48, 2 December 1867, Page 3

A MORMON ROMANCE.

“AitTEMua Ward." The morning on which Reginald Gloverson was to leave Great Salt Lake City with a muletrain, dawned beautifully. Reginald Gloverson was a young and thrifty Mormon, with an interesting family of twenty young and handsome wives. His unions had never been blessed with children. As often as once a year he used to ;go to Omaha, in Nebraska, with a mule, train for goods; hut although he had performed the rather perilous journey many times with entire safety, his heart was ■ strangely sad 'on this particular morning, and filled with gloomy forebodings. The time for his departure had arrived. The high-spirited mules were at the door, impatiently champing their bits. The Mormon stood sadly among his weeping-wives. “Dearest ones,” he said, “l am singularly sad at heart this morning; but do not let this depress you. The journey is a perilous one, but—pshaw! I have always come back safely heretofore, and why should I fear ? Besides, I know that every night, as I lay, down on the broad starlit , prairie, your bright faces will come to .me in my, dreams, and make my slumbers sweet and gentle, , You, Emily, with jour mild blue eyes; and you, Henrietta, with your splendid black hair; and you, Nelly, with your hair so , brightly, beautifully golden; and you, Molly, with your cheeks so downy; and you. Betsy, with your wine-red lips—far .more delicious, though, than any wine I ever tasted—and you, Maria, with your winsome ■voice; an,d you, Susan, with your—with your —that is to say, .Susan, with your——and the other thirteen of you, each so good and beautiful, will come to. me iu. sweet dreams, will you not, Dearestcsts ?” .

“Our own,” they lovingly chimed, ‘‘we will!"

“ And so farewell I” cried Reginald. “ Gome to my arms, my own!” he said; “ that is, as many of you as can do it con veniently at once, .for-I,must away”., • He, folded several of them to his throbbing ■breast, and drove, sadly, away. But he had hot .gone far when the trace of the off-hind mule- became 1 unhitched. Dismounting, he essayed to adjust the trace; but ere he had fairly commenced the task, the mule, a, singularly refractory animal, snorted wildly, and kicked Reginald frightfully in the stomach. He arose with difficulty, and tottered feebly towards his mother’s house, which was near by, falling dead in her,yard with the remark, “ Dear mother, I’ve come home to die ?” “So I see,” she said; where’s the mules ?”

. Alas! Reginald Gloverson could-give no answer. In vain the heart-stricken mother threw herself upon his inanimate form, crying, “Oh, my son—my son! only tell me where the mules are, and then you may die if you want to.”

In vain—in vain! Reginald had passed on, The mules were never found.

Reginald’s heartbroken mother took the body home to her unfortunate son’s widows. But before her arrival she indiscreetly sent a boy to bust the news gently to the afflicted wives, which he did by informing them, in a hoarse whisper, that their “old man had gone in.” The wives felt very badly indeed. “ He was devoted to me,” sobbed Emily. ;“ And to me,” said Maria. “ Yes,” said Emily, “he thought considerably of you, hut not so much as he did of me.” “ I say he did!” “ And, I say he didn’t!” •“ He did!” “ He didn’t!” “ Don’t look at me, with your squint eyes!” “ Don’t shake your red head at me!”

“ Sisters!’’ said the black-haired Henrietta, “ cease this unseemly wrangling. I, as his first wife, shall strew flowers on his grave.” “No, you won’t,” said Susan. “I, as his last wife, shall strew flowers on his, grave. It’s my business to strew!” “You shan’t, so there!” said Henrietta. “ You bet I will!” said Susan, with a tearsuffused cheek.

“ Well, as for me,” said the practical Betsy, “ 1 aint on the strew,.much; but I shall ride at the head of the funeral procession!” “ Not if I’ve been introduced to myselfj you won’t” said the golden-haired Nelly ; “that’s my position. You bet your bonnet-strings it

“ Children,” said Reginald’s mother, “you must do some crying, you know, on the day of the funeral ; and how mafiy pockethandkercherswill it take to go round? Betsy, you and Nelly ought .to make one do between you.” “I’ll tear her eyes,out.if she perpertuates a •sob on my handkercher J” “Dear daughters-in-law,” said Reginald’s mother,” “ how unseemly is this anger. Mules is five hundred dollars a span, aud every identical mule my poor boy had has been gobbled up by the red man. I knew when my Reginald staggered into the door-yard that he was on the die; but if I’d only thunk to ask him about them mules ere bis gentle spirit took flight, it would have been four thousand dollars in our pockets, and no mistake ! : Excuse those real tears, but you’ve never felt'a parent’s icelin’s.” “ It’s an oversignt,” sobbed Maria. “ Don’t blame us!”

The funeral passed off in a very pleasant manner, nothing occurring to mar theharmony of the occasion. By a happy thought of Reginald’s mother the wives walked to the grave twenty a-breast, which rendered that part of the ceremony thoroughly impartial. * * * * #

That night, the twenty wives, with heavy hearts sought their twenty respective couches. But no Reginald occupied those twenty respective couches—Reginald would never more linger all night in blissful repose in those twenty respective couches—Reginald’s head would never more press the twenty respective pillows of those twenty respective couches — never, never more! * ■ ■* * •* *

Tn another house,’not many leagues from the house of mourning, a , grey-haired woman was weeping passionately. “He died,” she cried, “he died -without siger lyin’, in any respect where them mules went to!”

Two years are supposed to elapse between the third and fourth chapters of this original American Romance.

. A manly Mormon, one evening, as the sun was preparing to set among a select apartment of gold and crimson clouds in the western horizon—although for that matter the sun has a"right to “set” where it wants to, and so I may-add, has a hen—a manly Mormon, I say, tapped; gently at the door of the mansion of the late Reginald Gloverson. The door was opened by Mrs-Susan Gloverson.

“ Is this the house of the widow Gloverson?” the Mormon asked. “ It is,” said Susan. “ And how many is there of she?” he inquired. “There is about twenty of her, including me,” coui teously returned the fair Susan. “ Can I see her ?’’ “ You can.” “Madam,” he softly said, addressing the twenty disconsolate widows, “I have seen part of you before! And although I have already twenty-five wives, whom I respect and tenderly care for, I can-truly say that I never felt love’s holy thrill till I saw thee! Be mine—be mine!” he enthusiastically cried; “ and we wall show the world a striking illustration of the beauty and truth of the noble lines, only a good deal more so—- “ ‘ 1 wenty-one souls with a single thought, ' Twenty-one hearts that beat ah one.’ ” They were united, they were ? Gentle reader, does not the moral of this romance show, that—does it not, in fact, show that however many there may be of a young widow woman; or, rather, does it not show that, whatever number of persons one woman may consist of—well, never mind what it shows. Only this writing Mormon romances is confusing to the intellect. You try it and see.

“ Ah,” said a father to his son William, “ hearty breakfasts kill one-half of the world, and tremendous suppers the other half.”— “ I suppose, then,*’ retorted William, “ that the true livers are only they who die of hunger.” Nor in the Book. —On Sunday last, in one of our churches, stood a couple apparently singing from the bottom of their souls, out of the hymn-book, our reporter, who sat immediately behind them,, attempted to read from the same book. In doing so at the end of the verse he heard the gentlemen whispering, “ Oh say yes.” The next verse began, and the twain, sang . away as , devotionally as if they were thinldng about nothing but the hymn. When the verse was ended, the fair one replied “Go aqk ? pa;;; all’s;, right, sft far as I’m concerned.” ■ A gentlemap long famous for 1 the; aptitude <of his pirns, observing a violent fracas in front /'of a facetiously l termed it,the' (battle ofA-gm-court.