The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 184?-1851, 1845-03-19
A ROMANTIC STORY

We find the following very affecting and ro-
mantle sketch published under the head of Po-
lice Reports, in the Baltimore Republican of
Thursday evening.
PovERTY.-A few days since, poor, yet de-
Gently clad female, presented herself at one of
our police offices, and requested the magistrate to
send her TO the Aims House. Her manner and
language denoted that she had seen better days;
and while she begged the officer to grant her last
request, the tears in rapid course trickled down
her funowed cheeks, and her sobs choked her
utterance, as she tried TO tell her mournful story
The officer, as in duty bound, asked her name,
when she replied in manner that brought tears
from the eyes of those sturdy minions of the law,
whose hearts are necessarily steeled TO pity and
the finer feelings of the man.
I" Ask me not my name," she cried, "let me
bear in silence and unknown, the fate an inscru-
tbe Providence has meted out to me, but let
not aged parents, fond brothers and loving sis
tiers, hear that THAT have died the inmate of
an lmsHouse, and the recipient of public
charity"
81 will grant your DESIRE" the magistrate re-
piled, "but if | knew more of your history and
circumstances, | might probably do something
better for you.'
"Iwill tell what dare tell, if you will believe
that speak the truth, and use your influence to
obtain me some situation, i'll which | can but earn
an honest living" was her impassoned answer
The magistrate promised to do all he could
for her and alleviate her situation as much as
possible.
"May Heaven bless you, sr!" she said, and
fho fol f,1l
tenaon Of suffering and perversty, commingled
with sobs and the actual feelings of the woman.
"Two years ago, sir, was happy and knew
not what it was 10 want; my parents were rich,
and owned one of the finest plantations in a
southern state; ] was but young-not twenty
but had my suitors, the sons of wealthy men,
yet loved them not-no one of the gaudy throng
had as yet made an impression on my heart
There was in the eighborhood, poor, but man.
| ly youth, the teacher of our district school; he
visited our house, and was treated with all the
respect and attention that the other visiters rece
we'd; and II, sir, fell in love with that man
and it reciprocated. My father soon discovered
our secret, and forbade him ever to cross his
threshold again. Need | say, sir, we met clan
destneIy and were married; we fled and took up
our residence in this city. My husband, my
dear William,- taught an academy for lvel
hood and for eighteen months we we're happy
but then my husband was taken sick, and he
lhe-died! Yes--oh God he died. J.. and
was left alone among strangers. ] wrote to my
parents, asking their ness-but-my--let
ter was returned unopened! My little means are
exhausted, and Imust starve, or--go TO that re.
Ifuge of poverty--the aims house; but it will no
last long, the sands of my life are nearly run out
and look for refuge from this worlds miserie'
in--my gravel"
She ended, and every eye present was wei
with sympathy for her unhappy situation. One
gentleman who was present, with that noble
generous, and manly feeling, so characteristic
of "nature's noblemen," came forward ant
offered her home and asylum beneath his roof
which We need not add, was cheerlully anC
thankfully accepted, and she left the office will
the prospect of better, if not happier days be
fore her.
Thus il is in this world, misfortune dares plac,
her ruthless hands upon victims OF every grade
and the sons and daughters of luxury some
times drink of the bitter dregs of the cup O
penury and misery!
GRAPnIc.-The Red River (Arkansas) Repub
lican, in an article descriptive of fox hun
ri 1. Al. Al, r