St. Charles City Republican intelligencer. [volume] (St. Charles City [Charles City], Iowa) 1857-1861, 1858-01-21
Romantic Skettb.
THE RECOGNITION

\ STORY OF REAL LIFE.
The editor of the Chicago Times
having been on the north side of that
city to see friend, was recently pre-
vented from directly reaching his
home, in consequence Of a steam tug
having passed up the river with a
small fleet of vessels in tow, one of
which had been cast off and hauled in
just west of the bridge, leaving the
"draw' still open. While waiting
there he witnessed the following af-
| fecting scene
The vessel was moored outside
of several canal boats and as we
stood looking at the men upon her,
one of them approached a female, who
had been crouched upon the deck, and
addressing her pointed to the shore,
and then to the bridge, and then down
towards the throngcd and busy streets,
Of moving, headlong Chicago. She
arose, picked up small bundle, from
which she drew forth a coin which
she rendered to the hardy sailor. He
refused it, whatever it was, and lend
ing her hand helped her up to the
bridge.
BY this time large crowd Of per-
sons thronged the north end of where
the bridge would be if it were always a
bridge; and amid the representative of
the various classes there assembled we
had almost forgotten the incident we
have related. Our attention was call
ed from the vain endeavor to discover
cessation of the tugs going up and
down. 1t was not the sob Of child
! hood, caused by some sudden change
Of grief it was the sob Of some ma
ture breast, filled with sense of lone
liness and despair. 1t reached other
ears than ours.
a lady dressed in manner which
bespoke a wealth that could crafty
taste and elegance and who, like our
S Ives, was detained at that place,
stood near, and accompanied by three
children, whose desire to get at the
extreme edge of the platform she with
difficulty repressed. With a woman's
tenderness her heart recognized the
stitlcd ebulitions Of sorrow, and ap.
preaching the person from whom il
came, who was none other than the
other woman, we had just seen land
from the vessel, she quietly, and il
the soft sweet voice of woman, which
none can resist, inquired if she stood
in need or was she i'll, or was her sor
row such that she could not be re
lcvcd. \ portion of the railing neal
us was vacant, and towards that anC
almost at our side those two women
came to converse.
The stranger was u fair, handsome
girl, of about seventeen years neatly
but coarscly dressed, with shoes no
only we'll worn but heavy, and as un
suited for her sex as for the season
The poor girl, in honest simplicity
and with an carncstncss which despair
alone can impart, related her story
: uninterrupted by single observation
4 from her companion, but often accom-
panied by the tears of both. We hay,
not space for it at length, but we vii
give it, changing its order just enough
: to state it briefly.
She said she was born in Boston
she had no brother or sister now sh,
remembered that she had sister, tn,
oldest, whose name was Lizzie, tina
sister years ago against her father
a will had married and with her husband
t having been banished from her father
$ sight, had gone off and had not beer
, heard of since--no doubt dead. A
the time of her sisters marriage, he
I parents were wealthy. The prid
h which drove away Lizzie had brough
n silence and regret, and after a Will
came melancholy complainings b.
the mothers signing for the Ell
brace of her first born. These 500
a led to anger and ordinations at home
s and dissipation by the father abroad
l. Losses came upon them, and at las
# gathering up the few remaining good
!, they left the proud city of their brit
II and settled five years ago upon Ian
}; purchased of the government in Wi
IL consin Her brothers, some older an