The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1868-07-09
THREE CHAPTERS OF ROMANCE.

hOAANCE NUMBER ONE
About four years ago, a young law
student of Western city travelling with
party of friends, came to Boston, and
during his stay here met once or twice a
young lady who lived in the most aristo-
cratic of our suburban towns. The ac-
quaintance was casual, going hardly be-
yond an introduction of the parties and
the exchange of the usual comments on
the weather, &c. Time passed. as the
novelists say, and last fall the young gen.
tleman wrote to the friend with whom he
travelled to the following effect: He had
established himself well in his profession,
with fair prospect of pecuniary success,
and he wanted to marry but in the en-
tire circle of his lady acquain tances he
knew not one who filled his eye. The
friend who received this letter, lady,
Pitylng his condition, replied instantly,
reminded him of the maiden whom he had
met IN the aristocratic suburb four years
ago, and suggested that she would suit him
admirably. He acted at once on the hint,
and wrote to the young lady she replied,
correspondence followed in December
he wrote that he would come East in Jan
uary to see her, but could stay but one
day; be came, he returned to the West,
and she went shopping; one week from
to-day the twain will 90 before minister
and be made one.
ROMANCE NUMBER TWO.
Death laid his irresistible hand upon
young shoemaker, during the year 1867,
and the cordwainer of course ''pegged
out" as he said in the cheerful game of
cribbage. He left a widow and a nice
little property. l should have called him
a manufacturer not maker. The widow
mourned long and loud and draped her
person in extensive weeds. She ne'er
should look upon his like again-com-
mend her to generous dose of strychnine
as the alternative. She was a conscien-
tious woman, and, living in the country
she couldn't spend all her income on pur-
pie and fine linen and the other traditional
luxuries of wealth. So she resolved 10
invest some of her accommodating green~
backs II a "storied urn," or some such
monumental monstrosity, commemorative
of her defunct husbands virtues. She
called upon marbe-worker of a neigh
boring town and took counsel with him.
He was comely person and plainly had
genius for sympathetic sculpture. The
bargain was struck-for the monument, |
mean. In due season it was finished and
the artist came to the village of the lady's
residence to superintend its erection. She
was a constant attendant in the cemetery,
watching the progress of the work. 1t
was slow progress for some reason. Day
off she IN oil
ancholy enclosure, and wept silently while
the work went on, except sometimes when
the marble man ventured to beg for her
advice on some doubtful point. Marble
man though he was, he had a tender
heart, and that organ was touched by the
sight of her devotion. He pitied and
anon he loved her, that Niobe in bomba-
zine. One day as the two stood contem-
| plating the white memorial of the depart
| ed, he spoke ; she listened. her sobs ceas>
| ed she placed her black kid glove in his
muscular palm, and to make one story
short they are to be married soon. / do
not know whether the marble man got his
pay for the monument.
ROMANCE NUMBER THREE.
| have reserved the strangest story for
| the last. In 1S45, a young man and a
young woman took upon themselves the
obligations of matrimonY. They lived
together i'll the enjoy ment of what is
known as conjugal bliss just one year.
| At the end of that time the husband dis
| appeared. The wife waited, and waited,
| like Mariana in the moated grange, but
| the husband came not. In due time she
procured divorce, resumed her maiden
name and addressed, herself energetically
to work, finding in active employment the
most potent nepenthe for her sorrows.
Success awarded her; she accumulated a
comfortable property, and after living in
Boston and in California many years, she
| returned to her native village and lived at
her ease. Once in while she went to
Boston and visited the family of Mr.. S
-. Since her husband left her on that
memorable day in 1S45, she had never
heard of or from him. Beyond doubt he
was dead. Last February, Mr.. s.,
riding near the city, took stranger into
his carriage. In the course of conversa-
ton, he asked the stranger his name.
&C." replied the latter "Did you
ever hear of j c.? ;" inquired
| Mr. .. ''He IS my brother" " t'And
has anything ever been known of him
since he disappeared years ago?'' "Yes,
be returned very recently, and is trying to
find his family" ''Why, bless your soul 70
cried Mr.. $, 'I know his wife per-
fectly well she visited at my house, and
is now living at M" OF course the
returned wanderer soon heard this news
and few days later, the deserted wife
received letter from him whom she had
once called husband, but whom, for twen-
ty-three long years, she had not seen or
heard a word of. A correspondence en-
sued, and two weeks ago to-day, think,
the truant went to see the woman whom
he had so cruelty wrongcd. The partieu-
lars of their interview I cannot give but
1 i Is safe to infer that the smouldering