Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-12-28
THEODORE aLANcEg's WIDOW.
Visit Of the Stricken One to the Scene of
the Tragedy.

f1Slb OF Tie SbI1Cheu Ol4e W tAS oSSGS VI
the Tragedy.
lsanta Barbara Press, December 2Sd.l
There are depths of grief too sacred to
record. There are desolations of bitter
ness, of anguish, too holy TO be described.
Yet sometimes duty forces us to touch
upon these forbidden subjects. While the
bright Christmas fires are being kindled in
Santa Barbara, and mirth, revelry and JOY
GUS festivity is at its hight; while rows OF
little stockings are hanging from the man.
tel. and beautiful Christmas trees are gilt
tering with lights and ornaments, and
bending with burdens of love-tokens while
laughter ard song, music and dancing, the
sound of feastipg and the glad shout of
childish voices are heard throughout the
city, one heart in our midst Is inexpress-
IDLY mournful As Eugene was drawn by
some mysterious power to the far-off
spot in Zululand where her idolized
boy received his death wounds, SO has the
wife of Theodore Clancy been impelled to
visit the place of his death For several
DAYS she has been in this city. She is
frail, gentle, Iow-voiced woman, whose
beautiful features are deeply marked by
the cruel suffering of her crushing bereave-
ment. The brave journalist who constantly
alluded to her in his dying hour as "my
poor, dear child, ''my own little girl,
realized only too well how dreadfully the
blow would fall upon the woman he wor-
shipped. Heart broken, hopeless, with
nothing but tears in the future, and no
longing save for an early resting place by
the side Of the husband who was her world,
her all, the sight Of the sweet-faced,
broken hearted widow brings tears to the
ewes of every one who behoids her grief
Yesterday kind hands supported her to the
spot where the tragedy occurred. She saw
where her husband had attempted to pre-
vent his assassin from drawing the deadly
pistol, where he had fled through the hall
to escape his merciless adversary, and by
the mute witness in the panel OF the door,
understood how his unrelenting pursuer
had followed the unarmed victim TO the
very inner door, before the heartless bullet
was fred. This witness, eloquent, yet
silent, is the furrow which the half.relent-
ing lead plowed in the easement ere it
drank the hfe-blood of the fleeing journal
ist, whose love for his girl wife, whose
natural instinct of self-preservation, was
urging him to escape from the cruel assas-
sin. As Mrs. Clancy stood at the spot
where the dread deed was committed,
which swept in an instant the Joy and
light from her existence, the over
whelming agony she endured was SO ex-
IRENE that heart-sick and swooning she was
borne from the place, sobbing and moaning
in uncomfortable anguish. Here In Santa
Barbara she was to have passed the glad
Christmas time with her husband. Honored
and beloved by all who knew him, how
proudly had she anticipated the happy re
union with him who had gone to prepare
her pleasant home in this peaceful land
of flowers, CT sunshine, of gladness. Upon
the dark contrast let US drop the veil of
sympathetic silence. A widows outpour-
ing grief might well cause an angels pen
to pause, and poor weak mortal must be
humbly mute. May the infinite mercy of
Him who knows why the innocent blood of
the sacrifice is required be sufficient to
temper the winds to this stricken heart.