Wilmington daily gazette., 1874-07-11
CHARLES DICKENS'S NIECE.
L ROSSING THE OCEAN TO FIND A HOME
IN HER BELOVED HUSBANDS EDEN
MEETING HIS FUNERAL AT
THE RAILROAD STATION.
(From the Denver Tribune.

The car door opened and she came in. There
came in with her rudy. checked, bue-eyed boy |
whose years were not counted above ten. She
carried in her arms a bundle, closely and care
fully wrapped, at one end of which a tiny face
appeared, u dimiuutive copy OF her own. Care
fully placing this bundle upon q seat, she next |
dragged in box and basket, aud the strong
odor OF bilge water announced to the indferentIy
| interested passengers that my fellow passenger
was an emigrant,
She was not more than thirty, she was fair, and
appeared as strange and iimid as the antelope we
saw from the car window gliding over the car
| window gliding ever the plains, | observed sew
| erAl times during the day that her la, ge blue
eyes hiled with tears, and that the little boy in
Scotch cap, knee breecaes, and black hose busted
himself i'll a vain attempt to comfort his "mo.
ther."
81 beg pardon, sir, but can you tell me when
we shaii arrive Cooking at an sntelope) at Bjou
StalionY"
"To,morrow evening some time, ii all goes
'ls the country out there as wild and sparsely
settled rs this, sir z"
"Yes, madam. 1t depends upon the portion of
The Bi ijou you go to-"
The ice being now broken between nlyseIf and
my iellow-passenger, she soon fell a victim to a
professional American newspaper interviewer to
whom she told her story.
THE EMIGRANT MOTHERS STORY.
"Ycs, sir, l am from England. 1 observed
e you reading Dickens and l took the liberty OF
; speaking to you. am a relative of his and have
: : often visited him at his place at Gadshil am
: from Gloster
5 "We lived just within the shadow of that great
g cathedral "a slgs.l Oh, dear old town! l ex.
q pect We viii never meet again 1t is a great old
. structure, sir. You can read all about II in I'm
Gle Charles last book The Mystery Of Edtom Dyood
b | walked with him many times III the grand old
: structure, ior lie made our home his home when
;. he came TO Goster. lie only lived ten miles
- away and frequently came to rs he he wa:
h WORKING upon his last book.
i What Is my husband dong in Colorado
l. did you say, slr? He is sheep farming. he
was tailor and gentleman's furnisher il
Gloster. We lived in one house for nine
} teen years: my father kept the bushes.
- before l married my husband. We wer,
X doing very well and getting rich, but IN,
husband, who had been n sailor when a bot
was always dlscontented, and wanted l.
= travel. In an evil hour consented to sci
our business in Gloster. lie took $500
with him and started TO Colorado. His let
ters which he wrote from Colorado wer
\ very Interesting they were printed in on
country paper at h0ms. on, sir, IL yo
nu could only know how tired | anl OF travel
ia ling-how lonesome | teel here upon thes
lis plains, NO many thousands of miles ava
at from my dear old home-you would rt
a alize how anxious AIN 10 meet my hus
',o band"
nd The sun and the train rolled on westw ar
and towards evening ON the second day ol
llom Kansas City came In sight OF Rijou.
"Ob, mother, think l see tather!" sal
Charley. mo. mother, il is some oire els
, Oh, see n cotlia, mo.her! There 1t i
,re mother; there we are past 1t now. Now "
he shall see father; we are home.
ny THE FUNERAL.
es- The train stopped. The weary niece
fhe Charles Dicken gathered up her parce
in and her cloaks, and stepped ont upon Il
siy | Wild bleak spot called Bijou Station. TT
ter passengers crowded TO the windows of Il
ly car to witness the ex pected meet ny beiwet
lat husband and wife.
y. They saw IL. While her baggage W
~ being tumbled out OF the ear, she sto'
r il with her baby in her arms, aud her boy
ooi her side, gazing around upon the stran
scene, aud psering eagerly among 1
,,;:, =, plainsmen for the face she wished 10 see.
-, a rough look ing, but polite ranchm
lor- stepped forward, and with clumsy be
ver and bashiul manner, ,inqu uired who the ma
om- am desired to see.
'Ss' ~ want Mr.. Henry Lester. Does he I
y. keep q sheep and cattle farm near here,"
= "iIe did. madam" answered the ranC
man, 'but he's roanded up his heru for
the last time. There he Is Ia thar cofiiI
died last Wednesday night - and we
sending his body to Denver, accordin
his last instructions. Beg pardon, mads
but are you his"
flee He did not finish the sentence, but ST.
ped forward 10 catch the falling form OF
fellow traveller, who was carried into
car 10 swoon. The little hoy uttsre,
Err piteous wall of grief, whiie led him, s.
bing. back TO the car which this wear
and trav el tired pair had left minute
fore SO hopeful and 30 happy. There W
many wet ayes IN that car just then. m
among the rest, Is held the beautiful
nea- sobbing to my breast.
om
- Miss Maria Mitchell, the distinguished
tronomer of Vssssr, is spoken OF tor Sups
I.u-.l.xt ofe In CauxtrtAvn Maaa