"Quad's odds"; . s suddenlymade aware of the painful fact that Mrs. Brig-ham Young was dead. Yes, there was hertombstone, saying that Deathhad come serenading aroundhis harem and abducted hisdear Samantha, while yet •?she was enjoying the fortiethyear of her existence. Few men who have not lost a wifeby elopement or death know how it wrenches the heart-strings when a sorrowing husband sits down in his desolatehouse and reflects that he has got to build the fires, shakedown the coal stove and saw all the wrood for the kitchenstove. I could imagine just how the sad blow had doubledthe old man up
"Quad's odds"; . s suddenlymade aware of the painful fact that Mrs. Brig-ham Young was dead. Yes, there was hertombstone, saying that Deathhad come serenading aroundhis harem and abducted hisdear Samantha, while yet •?she was enjoying the fortiethyear of her existence. Few men who have not lost a wifeby elopement or death know how it wrenches the heart-strings when a sorrowing husband sits down in his desolatehouse and reflects that he has got to build the fires, shakedown the coal stove and saw all the wrood for the kitchenstove. I could imagine just how the sad blow had doubledthe old man up, and howr he walked out in the shady lanebehind his house and felt as if he should neverhave the heart to sit down of an evening withanother comic almanac. Half-way down to the gateI came upon the spot whereall that was mortal of Young had beenlaid away. It was the grave His wifes Grav*. of his dear wife Flora, and she was cut down like a flowerwhen only twenty-eight years of age. She had doubtless. 112 HER NAME WAS CLARINDA. just got to loving the old man for himself entirely, and Deathstepped in and left him to go ahead alone, and grope inheathen ignorance of how many cups of sugar it takes fora quart of cranberry sauce, or when is the best time to cutslippery-elm bark. His happy household had been dark-ened, his heart made sore, and his old age rendered adouble burden. As I leaned over the tombstone I won-dered how it would seem to the afflicted husband not to beasked if he could spare ten dollars for a hat, live for a beadbelt and fifteen for a set of curls, and how lonely hed bewhen he went home on election nights and thered be noone to stand in the hall and call him pet names and saythat shed burst the chains that linked her to such amonster. As I was going out of the gate I happenedto discover that Brigham Young had sustaineda great loss. There was his wifes grave beforeme. The headstone said thather name was Clarinda, andthat she was a week or soover fort
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