The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-06-22
THE TIMES, NEW BLooMF1ELD. PA. JUNE 22 1880.

BtatlOn, ana on bne way 10 Jne motel
made her acquainted with all that had
transplred during the past two or three
days. The presumed death of her son
he broke to her gently, tenderly sooth-
ing her grief, adding that there was a
bare possibility that IL was the compan-
ion (Hanoldl, instead of her son, who
lay In his shroud.
"Oh, could not be mistaken In my
son |" said she, the tears flowing afresh.
Living or dead, my heart will tell me
which is my boy"
By the advice of the detective she was
to try the test They separated some
distance from the hotel, and she was to
come alone and register an assumed
name. The detective would manage it
that she and the young man should see
each other as If accidentally; and not
bysdesign.
Mary Mosher offered to effect this
meeting. Mrs. Kimball sat in the
ladies' sitting room, and the young girl
requested " Mr. Kimball'' to get her
certain book from that room.
He eagerly obeyed, and entered the
apartment hastily, probably not think
Ing 1t had an occupant. He halted,
when his eyes fell upon the lady, who
started perceptibly, when she noticed
his strong resemblance to her son; yet
the mothers heart was true to its
instincts. After the first glance 1t
whispered, "this is not your son ~
Excuse me, madam" said he, ad-
dressing her as he would any strange
lady, was requested to get book for
a young lady, and was not aware of any
one being here.'
" You are excusable, SIR" returned
the lady, bestowing upon him glance
of contempt for the part he was playing,
compelling her also to play a part for
the time, and keeping her away from
her dead son.
Varnoe was concealed in position
where he could watch the features of the
young man, and noticed that not the
slightest sign of recognition was visible
in his face when he beheld Mrs. Kim
ball.
After the young man had left the
room, Varnoe entered and approached
the lady. Before he could say word
she rose to her feet, and appealingly
holding out her hands cried:
"Oh, sir now that have seen the
living imposter, take me where L may
behold my dead son 10
The detective tenderly placed her
hand within his arm, and with barred
head led her into the presence of the
dead. Some half-dozen persons were
seated in the darkened apartment. Miss
Mosher and the imposter las we shall
henceforth call him) were seated near
window.
When Mrs. Kimble and her escort
entered, Miss Mosher reached out her
arm and opened the shutters, admitting
sufficient light to enable the bereft
mother to see her dead sons features.
The moment she beheld the beloved
face, she fell upon her knees beside the
coffin, and pressing her lips to those
of the dead, she cried in anguished
tones
thus we meet again ?"
Further utterance was checked by her
vehement weeping, and for period
naught else was heard save the wailing
of the widow, bereft of her only son.
AT her anguished words, and at the
sight of the face in the coffin, the i'm
poster started to his feet, white as the
face of the dead man whose name he
assumed, and trembling in vague alarm.
Then bending his head he whispered to
the girl at his side: " Miss Mosher, who
| is this lady who calls him in the coffin
her son ?"
cit is Mrs. Kimball," replied she
without looking up.
Damnation was not prepared for
this !" muttered he, in a low tone; but
1t reached the attentive ear of the detec-
tive, nevertheless, who placed his mouth
to the imposter's ear and whispered:
mo, George Hanold, suppose not
nor for what will follow !"
"Sirl What do you mean ?' demand
ed the young man in fierce whisper.
I" Step outside this sacred room and
I'll inform YOU" quietly replied the
detective, opening the door and leaving
the room.
After moments hesitation, Hanold
followed, and the detective and he met
in the yard of the hotel, when the i'm
poster demanded an explanation. This
was given in the following words