The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1859-02-24
From the Milwaukee News.
WOmam's LOve-An. Incident.

| "ODn0n'S LOve-Au AncAOe1At.
Six years ago, young man, just enterin,
life, while under; the influence Of rum com
mitted a crime against society, was tried il
this city, convicted and sent to Waupun
where he served out his term behind thu
prison bars. Before his trial, a fair girl hat
promised to link fortunes with him, and cru
el was the blow to her. But she loved him
All through the six long years did she wai
for the day of his release. With "A true wo
mans heart. she believed him innocent-in
nocent at least before God, and like the mag
net, she held on her steady way, her heart
pointing ever to the future. Long were the
years to him. Slow passed the hours Sec
| onds were minutes-minutcs hours-hours
days-days weeks-wecks months-months
years, and the years were like ages. Every
tolling of the prison bell struck deep to his
heart, and every sunset took another thread
from his skein. Nor were the hours less wea-
ry to her. Hope, that blessed angel, sat be-
side her by day; and reposcd on her pillow
by night. Some there were who laughed at
her holy love-who sneered so meanly at her
lover-a prisoner, miles away. But little
mattered it to her. Others might sneer-
she remained true to her heart and to him.
Others might augh-she wept Others
might p"nt to man in prison garb, toiing
from morn till night, with but one star to
guide him on. She saw but the honest soul
that might he saved-or lost-and, woman
that she was, nerved herself to bear their
gibeS and jeers. Blessed words came to him
III his lonely cell-words of love, of hope, of
kindness; and stronger grew the heart Of
him who had truly his better angel watching
over his unbroken future Each word from
her lightened the hours as they went slowly
by, and larger grew the day on which liber-
ty was to come. Men visited him, and with
careless word or speaking eye, threw into
his cell a maddening thought on which his
soul must feed, and tremblinsly shrink to the
darkest corner of its living temple. Then a
letter from her would dash aside the dark
curtains, and beckon him ON to a spot of sun
shine outside, and beyond his present reach.
So passed the years. Friends died, and he
wept over them. The sin Was long since
more than atoned for, and at last the little
spot of sunshine crept to his cell, and enter
ing by the key-hole of the door, led him
forth into the bright rays ofliberty. He was
conducted to the Office of the prison, by Mr..
Mcgraw, and a citizens dress, in place of a
prison suit, given him, and led into an inner
room, where stood she, who, years before,
had promised before God to be his. What a
meeting! 'Tis not for US to speak of it. On
the evening train, the two arrived in this city
and were by one of our divines joined in
marriage. We were witness to the cere.
mony, and never shall forget it. Never for.
get the eye mOistened with tears of happi-
ness, nor the throbbing of the heart that had
so long waited and trusted. Saved! Saved
May the future be all the brighter for the
dark cloud that so long has hung over it, and
true friends be ever ready to lend a helping
hand. We believe in womans devotion, the
more after knowing the facts above stated.
God bless the true heart, wherever found.