Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1878-09-26

man who bore good character They
were married, and their lives blend
ed into happy, even tenor of connu-
bial existence. He treated her kind
| ly and atlectiopately, was father to
her son, and an honest industrious
bread winner for the n ell She lovsd
and respected him, and her future
seemed to her recompense for the
weary past.
1t was seldom she referred to it
never. All he knew was that her
husband was soldier, like he him
self and thousands Of others had been,
and that he was dead, as thousands
of others like him were. He had Ia
ken his place. lie did his duty. He
loved his wife, she loved him in re-
turn. 1t WAS all he asked.
One day not long since-ah it was
an evil day-an old acquaintance Wis
tied him, They had in the years
agone been warm friends, for they
had fought together under the banner
of the sunny South, and oft had
shared the same blanket, as partisans
Yes, guerriIlas, bushwackers, if you
like.
Right glad We're they to meet, and
the husband received him cordially,
for old times sake, and the wife made
him welcome for the sake of her hus-
band. One night, as they sat around
the rudy hearth after the evening
meal, the two men talked Of the stir
ring scenes through which they had
passed, and, as old soldiers will,
fought their battles DER again.
While engaged in dwelling on rem
inisceuses Of the war the husband re-
marked that he never knew how
strong were the feelings or affections
man felt for his family until he him
self had married, and, placing his
heavy hand on his companions knee,
he said, mournfully and earnestly:
John, | have always been sorry
that | did not let that poor Yankee
lieutenant see his wife and child be-
fore We strung him up, ten years ago.
His wiia heard the remark and
slowly rose to her feet, with her face
as white as marble, and her dlstend-
cd eyes were fixed upon her husbands
face with an expression of intense hor-
ror. Twice she essayed to speak, but
failed. Then, with loud, unearthly
hea t-broken scream, she fell like a
corpse TO the tlOor.
When she recovered consciousness,
life had gone out forever. She loved
her husband, for lie had been good
and true and kind to her. Perhaps
he was not so much to blame that he
killed her first love. But-but-she
could live with him no longer. Oh,
no There came a picture from the
halls of memory that bade her 90.
And taking her boy she went.
She got her divorce.
And the reader has this strange
but true story as it came from the
lips of Il truthful man to Bazoo re-
porter.
Matilda Stanley, known as the gvp-
sy queen, and recognized as such by
all the tribes throughout the United
States, was buried at Woodland Gem
etery in Dayton, Ohio, the l5th The
q leen was woman of great influence
among her race. She died in Nlclls-
burg last winter, and tie boy was
embalmed and preserved until the
present time for final burial The
cemetery was filled with people, the
funeral attracting visitors from the
surrounding country, $4,000 people
being in attendance. Representatives.
Of prominent gypsy families from all
parts Of the United States and Cana
da have been assembling here for the
occasion, and the funeral procession
was a mile in length. The ceremony
was conducted by minister Of the
United Brethren church and did not
differ from thatof Christian funeral.
At the close an affecting scene occurr-
ed, the children of the queen throw
ing themselves on the grave and fill
ing the air with their lamentations. -
Dayton has been for some time the
headquarters Of the SyFsies in this
anl tEe king, husband Of
,he queen, lives near this city, and
OWLS a large tract Of land.
One of Sir BOYLE Roche's invita-