The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1878-01-29

idenuned by tnOSe VINO knew MIN well,
and buried How then can be he? I
tell you, Bentley you're mad the things
impossiblep
:" am firmly persuaded that you are
Egbert," returned the banker, "and |
have no doubt that all will be made clear
in the course of an investigation which
shall be Immediately begun"
Fear not, SIR" said Mrs. Gilmore,
F" will, ere many minutes, confront
this man with such proofs of his iden-
tity as will leave no possible room for
dispute or doubt. But have not near
ly finished my story. Before my trial
was over discovered fact that filled
my cup of misery to the brim; / was
destined to become a mother. Oh God
what agony | endured when the dis
graceful sentence of imprisonment was
pronounced upon me; and l thought
that my child would be born within the
walls of prison its mother q misera-
BILE, disgraced woman; its father "a
guilty wretch Stunned by all who were
good and pure. But, thank God my
babe was not destined to be born under
a prison roof. Through the untiring
efforts of old Mr.. Eimore l was pardon
ed ere l had served four months of my
time. But, alas l was disgraced, ruin
ed / could not return to my former
home, could never again mingle in
the society to which my husband had
introduced me; could not meet my for
mer fashionable friends, many of whom
believed in my guilt and had deserted
me in my hour of trouble Old Mr..
Gilmore, who had been my friend
throughout the wretched affair, and who
had, at last, publicly disowned his son,
would have given me a home, but L
could not accept it. My mother had
died of a broken heart, or might have
found shelter with her. secured lodg-
ing in secluded spot in Brooklyn, and
there my child, a boy, was born and
there, for months, lived under the as
sumed name of Clayton, my mothers
maiden name. My very existence was
secret to all my former friends, even
to old Mr.. Eimore, who would have be-
friended me, but whose sympathy 1
rigidly denied myself, and whom /
never met after our parting at the prison
door,"
"This tale is false, woman,n inter-
posed Major Heith, who was evidently
laboring under great excitement. No
child was born; if so where is he now?"
"Of his present whereabouts you
should know BEST" Mrs. Elmore said,
sternly.
"What do you mean ?" exclaimed the
major.
" 1 will explain" replied Mrs. EImole e.
" 1 had hard struggle for life. Power
ty oppressed me; and though L toiled
from early morn till late at night |
earned but a scanty living. For N.Y.
self 1 cared not; but for my babe, my
poor boy, my heart bled. Must his
childhood and youth be embittered by
poverty and privation must he to
whom rightfully belonged all the bles-
sings which wealth and willing hand
could bestow, be crushed by the iron
hand of want? These thoughts were
very bitter to me; but bitterer still was
the reflection, that sooner or later, the
knowledge must come to him that his
mother was a disgraced criminal, the
former inmate of prison, his father an
outcast from the society of the good an d
pure. Many were the hours 1 spent in
thought upon the subject; weary,
wretched hours, the memory of which
is torture. At last determined upon
a plan which, though it would separate
me, probably forever, from my boy,
would, believed, secure him home,
an education, and an honorable position
among men. determined to leave the
child at the door of his grand-father's
house, with q note imploring old Mr..
Elmore to receive the babe and care for
it as his own"
"And you did SOP" interposed Mr..
Bentley, deeply interested and affected.
did,"
The child was received and kept?"
g He was, sir"
And the name he bears is Walter
Elmore?"
" Yes, although neither he nor his
grandfather suspected that he had a
rightful claim to it,.
MY God ~ exclaimed Major Heith,
evidently much agitated.
"The child was received, adopted and
treated in all respects as q dear son hv