The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-07-29
THE TIMES NEW BLOOMFIELD PA. JULY 20, 1879.

lleved TO be perfection itself. My father
knew better, and warned me against
him. He finally forbade him the house.
We corresponded afterwards, met clan
destinely, and at eighteen eloped with
him. We went, and then and there
married, and then set off on wedding
tour. The man had so wildly loved
proved to be black-hearted william, and
soon robbed me of all my money, and
then deserted me in strange city. He
afterwards wrote me that the marriage
was sham, and that he had deceived
me In that manner in order to revenge
himsef of my father for his insults.
A blank followed this awakening
from bright and glorious dream TO a
reality too horrible for an ordinary mind
to contemplate. L had q brain fever.
1 wrote home to my father the whole
terrible truth, and implored him to re-
ceive back his poor, heart broken
daughter. 1 was a ragged men dicant in
a strange city, and God only knows
with what intense and fearful anxiety
1 waited the answer to that letter. 1
waited days, days-I waited for months.
None ever came; was cast off, then
abandoned--ruined for this world and
for the next. At last Ralph offered me
his protection and his hand. accepted.
We were married. He declared he loved
me, and certainly treated me with great
respect, and showed affection. 1 knew
not that he was housebreaker, and
when 1 found out, asked myself what
better was than he, that should leave
him So have lived with him ever
since, nearly two years, and now he is
arrested, and am again alone in the
world. Such is my sad history, doctor.
Now tell me what to do"
Write again to your parents" said
I; " they may not have received your
letter."
81 have sometimes hoped SO, and
want to die in that delusion, if it be
one," she eagerly rejoined. " If L were
to get an answer now, that they knew
my condition and had cast me off for
ever, it might craze my poor brain
again."
1t is never too late to repent" / re-
piled. " Remember the words of Christ
to the men who would have put to
death the guilty woman for her crime:
" He that is without sin among you let
him first cast stone at herl" We all
have our errors, and need forgiveness"
After hearing much more of similar
purport, 1 asked again why she did not
write to her parents, and urged her to
give me their address, and let me as
certain, in my own way, if she still
lived and cared for her. She finally
wrote her address on slip of paper.
AS read it, 1 sprang from my seat,
and looked at her in perfect amaze
ment.
understood it all, but could scarcely
credit my senses. knew their parents
we'll, and told her that they would glad
ly receive them.
pass over the scene that followed
this strange discovery.
1t was mistake on her part; her
letter had not reached her almost dis
tracted parents, who had long mourned
her dead, or lost to them forever. She
went home with me, and remained at
my house till her fond and loving par
ents came to reclaim her.
Three years after, Ralph Wagner died
in prison, and with him perished one
great portion of the guilty secret. I
have purposely concealed all the other
names, but my sad story in none the less
true, Notwithstanding.