Mineral Point tribune. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1854-1858, 1856-07-29

From the n. Y. Tribune On the 9th.
OUR MAGGIE.

tnt youngest daughter OF a hard-WOrk1ng
mechanic IN this city; for she was fondly
loved by her father, mother, brother and
sister, who all lived III the full enjoyment
of christians family circle. Into this
circle, about a year ago, came stranger
Not one OF their own kin--not one who
was even gifted with TIER own language;
for he spoke that of Deuts ,hland, while
theirs was that of Albion. But he came
to learn their language, and to be warmed
10 life Like the adder IN the bosom Of It's
benefactor; and, ike it also, to plant a
sting so deep and so barbed that it can new
er be plucked out.
Maggie was q child that, as a child, all
might love. Al who knew her did love
her; not only at home. but in day-school
and Sabbath-school. g She was so mild
so amiable, 50 sweet, and loved her moth
er SO much, that loved her." said one of
her teachers.
When the stranger came, she was
twelve years old she is thirteen now, with
a soft blue eye and fair siin with auburn
hair and natural ringlets; with face that
was made toplease; with a manner that is
womanly, though she Is but child of thir-
teen. Her form. though somewhat stout,
inIioses a timid heart; her voice is mid
and pleasant, and nature not one in which
suspicion would look fer guile. Her faith
er Is English-she is American.
Such, IN short, is the description Of Our
Maggie" On the 18th of MAY she was
neatly dressed in silk frocl with small
red and green stripes; drab cloth cape,
trimmed with blue; blue silk hat, TRIM
med with white lace quilting. She wore
on that day yellow gloves and prunelIa
CATERS. Reader, would you know her T?
Have you seen her ?-for' Our Maggie =
is lost
Thus dressed, at 10 O'Clock that day,
she went out of her fathers house to vis-
il school-fellow, saying, as she went,
I'll be sure 10 Se back 10 dinner, Moth
er." Yet her fNher has never seen her
since-never has had a moments cessa-
ton Of grief; for her darling child is lost
Ga, ye fathers who love your children
oh ye mothers who have nursed and
reared, to the verge Of womanhood, sweet,
ci,;c>rling girls-oh! ye brothers and sisters
who link your souls in love to other SIS
ters, come and sympathize with this be-
reayed family! Not bereaved by death,
for that is Natures call, and may be borne,
bat the dove has been snatched from the
cote by pror.l;sig VOLTA wolf IN sleeps
clothing
That wolf was the stranger that this
family took in and warmed 10 life, who,
serpent-Lke, has stung those whom he
called his 9 dear friends up to the very
hour he stole their child. As he appeared
as a man, let US describe him, that per-
chance he may be seen, and thus the pa
rents OF Maggie may find their lost child.
By name ne Is or Should be known IS
Martin Haverman by nativity German;
Only Year or two in America, vet, thro'
the aid of his benefactors, he speaks and
writes our language tolerably well. He
is by trade a maker Of cabinet furniture.
of short stature, say five and half feet,
thirty-fiye years old, partially bald, with
low forehead, short neck and high square
shoulders, quick In his step and general
movement, and did wear a mustache of a
sandy color He left wife and children
in Germany-is not what is termed fas-
einating man, yet il is certain that he has
fascinated and stolen from her home, and
from her father, mother, brother and SIS
ter, who all loved her, and whom she
loved, and has carried away TO the recess
es Of the Great West, . Oar Maggie"
1t was home Of happiness it is home
of grief and sadness. Mothers viii weep
over the sad tale. Fathers will hiss the
word villain" through grinding teeth
The hot blood of brothers will drive their
hands instinctively to clutch their knives,
or threateningly brandish their canes
The soft sighs of sisters will whisper the
words through tears, Glow could she
leave her mother!
All! how could she? How could she
leave her mother! No one can tell. No
one suspected her of such thought No
one suspected him OF having wicked
thought of that young girl.
Yet he had for his companions now
tell of his strange mutterings of g a girl
as lovely as an angel, that shall be nine
/ if it costs me my life" And he might
have added, ''and that which is to her far
more precious than life"
He left The house at s o'clock in the
morning, with pleasant greeting upon
his lips to Maggie's mother, but with a
devil, black as ever was painted, in has
HedII. Ills QI6SS, Nb4uS dLd ildIltlci III
dicated that he was going to his work. 1t
was all lie, for he had previously taken
away his better clothing, and drawn 5000
from the bank. He went, never to re-
turn.
At 10 Maggie went the same road. AS
she staid beyond her time fixed by her.
self to return, her mother and sister Won
dered "NNhat can keep Maggie =
Though little suspected, 1t was the SER
pent's tolls; such as charms the bird, and
draws it in narrowing circles, just as sin
draws It's vctaries, tiil its gay plumage,
sparkling in the sunlight, suddenly falls
into the jaws of It's hideous destroyer
Then Its song is changed to a scream of
agony its bright eye is dimmed lis heart
throbs and bursts; death follows; and thus
ends the doomed victim ofa serpent's tolls.
Noon, night-a sleepless night-bro'l
no Maggie back. Maggie was lost.
NainIy they sought her, day after day,