The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-12-29

Mother and Son United After Mourning
Each Other for Dead
Cleveland Letter.
A few days since there arrived in this CITY
from Texas, the hero of one of those un-
written histories of the war, and in little
house in our very midst was enacted the
closing scene of the drama, which is a
forcible illustration that truth is strange
than faction" The story is in substance as
follows:
Some years before the war wealthy
southern gentleman passed the summer
months in little town in northern Ohio.
He boarded with the clergyman, and a
warm love grew out of the acquaintance
of the young Tenneseean and the clergy
mans daughter, then fifteen years old. It
ended in his returning the next year t.
claim her for his bride, AMI bear her to his
home in the sunny south; which proved,
indeed a sunny south to the happy couple
until the angry mutterings of tho war were
heard, and, like many others, their little
circle (enlarged now by two precious chill
dren) was broken, and the happy family
separated.
In the midst of the excitement, the day
gentleman was warned that his wife must
and outspoken support of northern princi-
Piles, and in obedience to the behest Of tina
tyrannical power, which aimed with such
determination at the nations life, she
turned away from the sacred spot where
we're conferred all her dreams of love and
joy, and with her baby started for Ohio,
expecting her husband to follow with her
little four-year old son, by the next boat
but the next boat came not. The blockade
was ordered, cutting of connections as
we'll as travel, and in vain did she wait, for
tidings from her lost ones.
Days of weary watching followed each
other for nearly two years, and when the
oft-told tale of his death in southern hos
pital reached her obliterating the bad ray
Of hope, the agony of despair settled upon
her. AS soon, however, as the condition
of the country would admit of travel she
returned to her home for the child, only to
find that the relatives had gone to the far
west before his fathers death. leaving him
With old friends, of whom she could hear
nothing: All efforts to find them, or to
regain even pittance of the fortune her
husband had left in trust for her, failed.
Her handsome wardrobe and Jewels were
and detectives, who received her money
only to add one more to her long list Of
disappointments. Death tore her baby
from her, and heartbroken and despairing,
with no more means to carry on the search,
she gave up and mourned as dead her dear
first born. It is impossible to describe
her suffering in those years of mourning.
Only those who have drained the bitter
dregs can understand the misery of the
sIeepless nights, and the sad, empty days
of this DOOR, lonely mOurner
After many years she returned to her
home AID mother, in Ohio. Ono day, not
long ago she received strangely familiar
letter, bearing far distant portmark. and
from it child taught in the long ngo his
mother was dead; turned into the world to
care for himself. when he should have been
tenderly nurtured and educated, while a
cruel and treacherous guardian lived in lux
ury upon his Inheritance; and how through
all these years his heart had yearned with
such intensity for mothers love, and how
he had wandered from place to place in
search of her; though Ignorant Of her
whereabouts, until hope deferred had made
his heart sick, and he, too, had given up in
despair; how his young wife had found in
the lining Of an old trunk, q letter which
she thought gave new address, and,
anxious to satisfy the constant, longing de-
sire of his life, made this one more effort
to accomplish it. If it were impossible to
tell her joy, Or the impotence with which
she had waited till time and circumstances,
through the medium Of scrap of yellow,
time-worn paper, should bring to her en-
brace her long lost son.