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My Queen, an electronic edition

by Sandette [Walsh, Marie A.]

date: 1878
source publisher: G. W. Carleton & Co., Publishers; S. Low, Son & Co.
collection: Genre Fiction

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THE Temple Block in Salt Lake City is a very pleasant promenade. The sidewalks are always in good order. The stream running by is ever clear and pure, and the lofty trees make refreshing shade, even in a July mid-day. It is often called "The Lovers' Walk;" and on a moonlight evening numerous couples may be seen, attentive only to each other; for although polygamy excludes real love, it includes courting, and very much of it. Hence, the "Lovers' Walk" is quite necessary.

A week or so after Sister Dinly's arrival in town, one bright, moonlight evening, a couple were promenading the "Lover's Walk." The lady appeared more advanced in years and experience than the usual class of wooed damsels; moreover, she seemed in distress of mind, for she held a handkerchief to her eyes. The gentleman seemed to be endeavoring to comfort her. In this effort he was quite successful for soon the lady restored the handkerchief to her pocket, and took the gentleman's arm. The conversation became absorbing, and when the twain parted, under the shade of the spreading locust, their parting embrace was a little too warm for purely fraternal affection. The lady was Sister Dinly; the gentleman, one Brother Simpson, the proud possessor of four wives and numerous children.

The next day Sister Dinly arrayed herself in her very best, a bright red dress, crimson shawl, and a hat trimmed with white ribbons, an orange feather, and | | 210 bunches of cherries and grapes. She made a very imposing figure, her huge crinoline taking up most of the sidewalk.

As she walked up Main street her smiles faded and a look of trouble darkened her face. The climax had arrived.

Sister Dinley had found the man who could exalt her in the kingdom--a man also rather pleasant to look upon--an important factor when eternity is in consideration. The man was willing; but Sister Dinly had principles--principles that must be scrupulously observed.

She had constituted herself a judge, an authority in all the intricacies and etiquette of plural marriage; she had drawn up a code for the benefit of her sisters, and she felt in honor bound to scrupulously obey its statutes.

Now, according to this code, wife number one had the right to choose her husband's subsequent wives. Therefore, she could not be sealed to Brother Simpson without the consent and approbation of his wife number one. Fortunately, this lady was a particular friend and pupil of Sister Dinly. Still it was a trying matter to broach the subject; it filled her mind with a vague unpleasantness. While pondering over the ways and means to introduce the subject to Mrs. S., she suddenly met the very person.

"Why, Sister Dinly, you in town, and not called upon us!"

"Ah, Sister Simpson, it was just because I have been thinking about you so much that I did not call."

"Well, that is a queer excuse."

"Yes, dear, things are queer now; and I was | | 211 a-coming to consult with you when you found me." Sister Dinly sighed.

"I do hope you ain't in trouble."

"That's it, dear; I am in trouble."

"Well, then, tell me all about it, and if I can help, rely upon me."

"That is just like you, Sister Simpson. I knew your great heart. But we can't discuss the matter here on the streets."

"No, certainly. You will come with me home."

Discoursing upon less important subjects they soon reached the house of Sister Simpson.

Sister Simpson No. 4 lived under the careful eye of No. 1, who thus kept the powers of priority and novelty in her own hands.

For this secret, so useful in polygamous house-holds, she was indebted to Sister Dinly.

"You see, Sister Dinly, your instructions are good. Brother Simpson makes this his home. He only visits the others, and his visits are short. We get along famously."

"Ah! Sister Simpson, how I envy you."

"Envy me! la, now, you are joking."

"No, indeed, I envy you. Think what you will be in the Celestial Kingdom! Then think of me after all my labors,--nowhere I all on account of man's perversity. The thought of it is killing me. I can't sleep for worrying about it. Then too, you are quite a lady, waited on by so many sister wives, while I have to do everything."

"It is hard, certainly; still perhaps it would be worse: 'tain't very comfortable always; some don't get along at all."

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"That is because they don't know how to manage: with us it is very different. As for me, I am actually ashamed of Dinly's remissness. But that ain't all, dear: lately I have had strange dreams, I might even say revelations, that trouble me greatly."

"Why, Sister Dinly, I should be delighted to have a revelation."

"But if it told you to do something almost impossible,-something very difficult to do."

"Difficult! Don't the Lord always make it easy? I thought, dear sister, you were brave?"

"Yes, dear, I'd do it immediately, if it rested with me; but this will of the Lord can only be done with your consent."

"With my consent! You surprise me more and more; but rest assured, I shall never oppose a revelation. What is it, dear?"

"Ah," replied Sister Dinly, excitedly seizing the hand of Sister Simpson, "it has been made clear to me that my exaltation in the kingdom entirely depends upon my being sealed to Brother Simpson."

"Sealed to Brother Simpson?" Sister Simpson looked blank. Sister Sarah Dinly for a friend was very nice; but for a sister wife-it was altogether different.

Mrs. Dinly read her friend's thoughts.

"You see, dear, I wouldn't leave Brother Dinly; it would break his heart; he thinks the world on me; and I might be the means of saving him yet. No, I never will leave Brother Dinly. But--"

Sister Simpson's brow cleared.

"But," continued Sister Dinly, "don't you remember the case of Sister B--, who was sealed to Bishop | | 213 W--, and yet remained with her husband? Now why couldn't I, without leaving Brother Dinly, be sealed to your husband for eternity? If I could be made a joint queen with you in Bishop Simpson's kingdom (think of my exaltation in eternity), I should then worry no more."

Sister Simpson was smiling now. A sealing for eternity was very different from a sealing for time.

"Well, dear Sister, I don't see why you shouldn't be sealed to Husband for eternity" (a great stress on the eternity). "If every one is willing, I'm sure I am; and what Sister B-- did, certainly you can do."

"God bless you, dear Sister, I knew you would help me. Will you break it to Brother Simpson? You know, dear, that it is your right; and I wouldn't, for worlds, encroach upon your rights, which are our rights."

"Just like you, Sister Dinly, always upholding our rights. I'll speak to the bishop this very day."

"Another thing, dear; I don't want this matter spoken of. If Brother Dinly should hear of it, his feelings might be hurt, and I want peace and good-will around me; so please don't mention it to the other wives."

"Not a word, dear; rely upon me."

Thus it was all arranged for Sister Dinly's happiness. The sealing took place, and Bishop S. did not look any way oppressed by it. Sister Simpson No.1 never knew of the moonlight stroll around "Lover's Walk;" and Brother Dinly remained in blissful ignorance of his wife's sealing operation. So all were happy. Neither did Sister Dinly dread any | | 214 exposure; for the Saints can keep secrets. Secresy ranks next after tithing among the virtues of Mormon Saints.

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