The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-01-04

knees. she moaned out prayer. Alter
that she fell apparently lfeiess to the
ground"
sI shall never forget that scene to the
day of my death. Nothing l have ever
seen on the stage-nothing | have ever
read in books-nothing | have seen ID
pictures-has ever come near it in depth
and intensity"
81 don't know exactly how long re-
NAMED there. [ was more shan hall
stupefed with grief myself"
81 tried feeby enough to console er.
She would not be comforted. -
"You are very kind" she said, s'but
you don't understand me. Max is dead,
and that is all [ care to hear OF know. 1t
was [ who sent him to you [ believed
! hoped-that happily you would save his
| life but God willed it otherwise. lie
loved him so much, that He roll bed me
| Of my husband, and has taken him 10
himself. There is only one thing [ want
now-my husband body. Tt belongs to
met is mine [ alone will watch over
til alone will lay it in the coffn-and l
alone will follow it to tie grave Bid
them bring me my husband ..and promise
faithfully that no one shall disturb the last
few hours that 1, Marie Oppenheim. have
to spend with my darling boy. Sfrs- L beg
i implore-to allow me this -
''What could | say p
Il gave her his last letter, and left her,
as she bid me-
might after night | watched the house
from NY balcony opposite. 1t was bit
terly cod, but there [ stood an ! watched,
and scading were the tears [ shed for
her who sat desolate in the room in which
a light burned on through the long night
into the morning again.
''My house was terribly close to her,
and [ heard everything. I heard her aw-
full shrek, when they led her away, and
she had seen his face for the las. time,
and I heard the dull thud of the hammer,
and the click Of the cruel nails
ave followed, all Of us, but afar off and
away from her,
1.-THE next day, hearing and knowing
that Max s widow was desperately poor,
[ wrote to her, notifying what we Lad ar
ranged to do among ourselves for her. F."
''She wrote back declining all assist
ance, and within very few days had left
Heidelberg no one knew where. [ tried in
vain to discover her whereabouts, and not
long afterwards [ myself had completed
my University life there, and came to
England"
"For five years [ was attached to one
of the London hospitals, and at the end OF
that period, before [ bought the practice
down here" continued DR.. latham, 81
went for short Continental trip, aud re-
visited Heidelberg for the first time since
l had left it at the termination of the old
student days."
There is little wonder after what ]
have related to you, that the place had a
strange attraction for me-
Il lost no time in making my way tc
the pretty churchyard, where, five years
age, L had seen Max Oppenheim sadly
placed, and from where [ had conducted
his poor heart-broken wife,"
Il found the grave. 1t was surmount
ed by simple cross. There were two
names carved on the arms of the cross.
On one end was the word Max and on the
on the other, freshly cut Marie.''
An old woman was standing by the
grave, and on her bosom was little fair.
haired girl, dressed in deep mourning, and
buslly empyed in planting on the grave
some sDowdrops AMI violets."
'From the old woman [ learned how
that Marie Oppenheim had returned to
Heidelberg some months after had left
for England. bringing with her little
baby, whom she idolized. The sweet
mother had died but few months back,
and here was the little one on the grave
OF It's mother and father, as yet hardly
old enough to know the real bitterness OF
its loss"
The child took to me in a wonderful
manner. [ stayed at Heidelberg for some
weeks, and the listls one would not allow
herself to be for a moment out of nv
sight. The consequence was that. when
L returned to England, I brought her
with me, and it was given out when I
came down here that l was a widower
with an only child. This, my dear friend
was not, as you vii know, the truth. T
was never married. and my darling is the
daughter of Max and Marie Open
helm"
A little tender sob was heard at the
other end of the room when DR.. latham
finished his story, and in another moment
Amy was in his arms, circling round the
good man and crying passonately.
She had heard greater part of the
story, and what appeared to have been
mystery was now as clear as daylight to
everybody.
Amy soon changed her surname for the
third time, and became Mrs. Irving, and
the young people lived ON with cid DR..
latham, Who often said that now the
secret was off his mind, he was twice as
happy man as he was before.
OUR WASHINGTON LETTER.
southern and Pacific State Congress