The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1870-08-09
A Romantic Story.

GONE fifteen years ago there lived in
~ the northern part of Portage town
ship, Ohio young married couple by
the name of William and Annie Clark
inson. They owned little farm, and
made enough to keep themselves comfort
able in the world, and were apparently
happy. William was handsome, and well
educated, having graduated with honor
at an Eastern university. He did not
like the humble but honest occupation Of
farming Wealth accumulated too slow
ly following the plow; he wanted to make
money by thousands of dollars. So the
farm was sold Mrs. Clarkinson went to
live with her parents, and William start
ed for the golden State Of California,
with the expectation of picking up
couple of million dollars in a couple of
years.
For few months Mrs Clarkinson oc-
casionally heard from her husband, either
directly or through some of the neigh
bors with the same train with which her
husband was going. Then there was
long interval during which no word came.
After time there were rumors that the
train had been attacked by Indians and
every one killed. This was at last too
truthlully verified by one poor fellow,
who was found by another party few
days after with just life enough to tell
how the train had been attacked one dark
night, and before any could recover from
their surprise all were killed and scalped,
and the Indians rode triumphantly away
with their booty.
For three years Mrs. Clarkinson mourn
ed for her dead husband. After the
lapse Of that time she married again, and
moved to Wood county For nearly II
years she was happy as a kind and afec-
tlonate husband and two beautiful chill
dren could make woman. At the end of
that time (Which carries us up to the lst
inst. y afl1iction again cast its mantle over
her. Death claimed her husband, and
again she was sorrowing, weeping wild
oW.
She follows weeping to the grave she
hears the sad, solemn words: b" Dust to
dust and ashes to ashes y the earth falls
with dull, dreary thud upon the coffin,
as the sexton slowly covers up all that re-
mains of him whose spirit has gone be-
fore to the other world.
The widow raises her black veil and
looks around. AS she does so she meets
eyes fixed intently upon her. She starts
memory rushes back fifteen years and
brings up the picture Of her first hus-
band. There can be no mistake-ti he
The recognition is mutual. There is a
scene; the widow and wife faints; the
bronze stranger explains his relation to
the woman, and all repair to the house of
her who ten minutes ago was widow,
but now again wife. Then Mr. William
Clarkinson tells how he was not killed by
the Indians at the time Of that sudden
onslaught on the plains, but was taken
prisoner by the Backfeet, and carried
far away among the mountain Businesses,
and during all those long years had been
forced to slave for his cruel captors
He had finally escaped, and during his
flight through the mountain gulch he
discovered rich gold deposit. How he
had written back to his old friends but
could get no answer. He then went back
and worked the gold mine which he dis
covered. He grew rich and longed to
again visit the home Of his youth and
happiness He had got off the cars at
Pittsburg and taken the stage to Bowling
Green had hired buggy there and was
driving to his old home when he over
took the funeral a strange impulse in
duced him to follow the widows person
seemed strangely familiar, and when she
drew aside her veil he recognized her as
the wife he had hidden adieu to fifteen
years before, and whom he had thought
to be dead. They now live happily to-
gether.