Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1854-03-16
Strange Incident.

Richard Slors Willis gives the following
in the New York Musical Times:
The following strange incident happen
ed while was living in Germany. In
The neighborhood Of Vienna, there dwelt
young peasant woman, who supported
herself by the cultivation of vegetables,
which she disposed Of in The Vienna mar
ket. She inhabited small house, attach
ed 10 which is her vegetable garden.-
Young, rs she was, she had been married;
but her husband had died, leaving a little
girl who was now able to run about and
play with the other children Of the neigh
borhood. The mother was still handsome
and desrous Of q second marriage. About
This time, indeed, there was visiting her q
young man for whom she had conceived
an affection, and whose proposition of
marriage she was now somewhat impa
tient to await. But no proposal was made.
A dark thought crossed the young wo.
mans mind that there must be some obsta
Gle in the way, and this oil stacle was, in
all probability, the child. An unnatural
struggle of jealousy took place, which ro-
suited in q fearful deermination-she
would make way with the child! Beneath
her house was deep cellar, in which she
occasionally slowed her vegetables
Taking her child by the hand one day she
led il down stairs, and ihrusiing il inside,
closed the door, locked it, and hurried up
stairs.
The same evening her lover came, they
sat chatting together. but no mention wos
made OF the little absentee. The next
day, after deserIion of twenty -four hours
the mother went softly down and listened
at The coor. The quick ear of the child
caught her mothers step, and she implo.
red her TO take her cut Of that dark place,
she was so cold and very hungry. No
answer was returned, and The mother crept
quietly up stairs, In the evening The
lover came again. They took supper TO-
gether, and passed pleasant evening
After the second tweniy-lour hours had
passed, the mother made another visit 10
The child. Again the little sufferer heard
her, and with ieble voice begged for a crust
of bread. This pulled little on her
mothers heart bu. her purpose was fix
ed.
Ano,her day passed. The mother wen.
quietly down stairs aud listened. Al was
silent. She opened softly the door--lhe
child lay dead. Taking swiftly The body
up stairs, she laid il upon the bed. and i'm
mediately making a great outcry, called
the peighbors together, telling them lha,
her child had suddenly died.
And SO il seemed. The day after there
wus n funeral. The child was lying in
is coffin bestrewn with flowers, brough,
by the lille playmates of the neighborhood
Who had come to attend the funeral Of the
lost favorite. The procession moved TO-
wards Goltesacker, GODS acre. where
was to be planted this little seed of an i'm
mortal flower.
A clergyman was in attendance. The
mother stood looking down into the grave,
over which stood the holy man, repeating
with solemn voice, "Our Father who ART
in Heaven. hallowed be thy name; thy
kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth
as il is in Heaven. Give US this day our
daily bread-" A piercing Shrek, ond
the mother fell with a groan 10 the earth.
Looking wildly around her, she then. in
gibbering accents, related to the shudder-
ing crowd at the grave the very deed her
own hands had committed She lived not
long after. Crazed and smitten by the
hand OF God, she miserably died-a signal
instance of yetribution. and a startling
lesson upon the words. US this day
our daily bread"