4. Chapter IV.
MARRIED AGAIN.
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?” inquired the
Mormon.
“There is about twenty of her, including me,”
courteously 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 will show the world a striking illustration
of the beauty and truth of the noble lines,
only a good deal more so—
“Twenty-one souls with a single thought,
Twenty-one hearts that beat as 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.
