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FROM: THE MARAIS DES CYGNES condition of Jennie seemed to increase his mo-ments of depression and his sincere sorrow' for her. Then he would drink, drink, drink! end-ing always in the gutter. With drink came de-basement and personal degradation. At such times he became an object of disgust. But those who knew him felt tenderly towards him and really pitied his helplessness. One day after a longer spree than usual he wandered out into the country. The day was warm and bright and he aimlessly staggered along, without any idea of where he was going or why. He was thoroughly drunk and had been for two weeks. Apparently attracted by a lot of horses, mules and cattle grazing quietly upon the rich bluegrass, he succeeded in getting over the fence and making his way to the dark and inviting shade of a splendid sugar maple standing near the bunch of horses. He was now thoroughly tired as well as very drunk- so drunk that in his lucid moments he feared the tremens, to which he was no stranger. He had been the victim more than once of the horrors of delirium tremens, and he shuddered when he thought of it in his drunk-en, helpless sort of way. He sat down on the ground within the cool and soothing shade of the sugar tree and a little later was stretched upon the bluegrass sound asleep. It was a grateful place on a hot day and a sweet rest to his tired body and weary heart. And as he passed into dreamland he muttered: " Oh, if I could only wake up sober' once more I" He slept for hours and was finally aroused by -, a " vision". It was so real that it startled him into complete wakefuiness; he was astonished to find himself apparently perfectly sober. He had seen Jennie Rosemont kneeling on the hillside above him with her arms outstretched in an ap-, I' pealing way toward him. He had looked into
Object Description
Title | From the Marais Des Cygnes |
Author | Atkeson, William O. (William Oscar), b. 1854. |
Contributors | Walley, Helen. |
Description | A novel |
Subject.LCSH | Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction. |
Source | Kansas City, Missouri : Burton Publishing Company, c1920. 343, [1] p. (first 2 p. and last p. blank), [1] leaf of plates : ill. ; 20 cm. |
Language | eng |
Date | 1920 |
Type | Text |
Format | |
Identifier | 813 A873f |
Relation | Northwest Missouri State University Library Tom Hooper's Civil War Collection |
Date.Digital | 2009 |
Publisher.Digital | Missouri State Library |
Rights | All images are in public domain |
Contributing Institution | Northwest Missouri State University B. D. Owens Library |
Copy Request | Contact Owens Library Archives /Special Collections at (660)562-1974. |
Collection Name | Northwest Missouri State University Collection |
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Title | PAGE 54 |
Description | FROM: THE MARAIS DES CYGNES condition of Jennie seemed to increase his mo-ments of depression and his sincere sorrow' for her. Then he would drink, drink, drink! end-ing always in the gutter. With drink came de-basement and personal degradation. At such times he became an object of disgust. But those who knew him felt tenderly towards him and really pitied his helplessness. One day after a longer spree than usual he wandered out into the country. The day was warm and bright and he aimlessly staggered along, without any idea of where he was going or why. He was thoroughly drunk and had been for two weeks. Apparently attracted by a lot of horses, mules and cattle grazing quietly upon the rich bluegrass, he succeeded in getting over the fence and making his way to the dark and inviting shade of a splendid sugar maple standing near the bunch of horses. He was now thoroughly tired as well as very drunk- so drunk that in his lucid moments he feared the tremens, to which he was no stranger. He had been the victim more than once of the horrors of delirium tremens, and he shuddered when he thought of it in his drunk-en, helpless sort of way. He sat down on the ground within the cool and soothing shade of the sugar tree and a little later was stretched upon the bluegrass sound asleep. It was a grateful place on a hot day and a sweet rest to his tired body and weary heart. And as he passed into dreamland he muttered: " Oh, if I could only wake up sober' once more I" He slept for hours and was finally aroused by -, a " vision". It was so real that it startled him into complete wakefuiness; he was astonished to find himself apparently perfectly sober. He had seen Jennie Rosemont kneeling on the hillside above him with her arms outstretched in an ap-, I' pealing way toward him. He had looked into |