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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 |
Description
| 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 |
