Morning journal and courier., 1881-01-13
Dead from Homesicl1ness.
The Sad Story of Swiss Emigrant.

 From the St. Louis Globe Democrat.J A simple and touching story is that of the young Swiss peasant girl, Pauline Fuchs, who l died yesterday; and it would be an idyl, but that the ideals of. the books have in them ] neither sorrow nor death. At noon the city \ ssdead wagon brought her body to the l morgue, and in lifting it out the cover slipped from the rough pine box. The face l revealed was pleasant one. A brief inquest showed nothing except that she was found dead in her bed, and that, according to the | testimony of her cousin Maria, she died of l longing for her home in the Swiss mountains: The little story which this girl, like all girls, kept concealed in her own heart is simple that it is almost commonplace-would certainly become commonplace had 1t not an ending so sad She lived with the family of distant relative, all crowded together in | two little rooms over shop. After only 1 two weeks of America she died. She was born near the town of Einseideln. Her | father was a simple peasant, whose mind was | bound up in his country and his religion, and this girl was his only child. She was spoiled | and petted, having everything her own way | until she was eighteen years old, when she met young man named Henry Baumgart- ner, who though only mechanic appeared prince to the peasant girl. Of course she loved him. and also, a matter of course, her father would not let her marry | him, for the Fuchs family. had always ! been Catholics, and Baumgartner was | heretic In spite of the prohibition she set her mind on marriage and last March had perfected her plans to elope with her lover, l but on the very day set her father found her out and thwarted her. She was closely watched after this, and the young man was forbidden the house. Pauline pined and was l sullen.
 1 She alarmed her father by threatening to run away and come to America, where Mary 1 Fuchs her cousin and friend, had come 8 \ few months before. The threat con- stantly repeated, until at last, when two l months ago her fathers cousin, his wife and | six children, made up their minds to come to
 New York; he told her to go with them. She
 was unwilling to leave home, but too proud | o'stay, so, taking her little stock of clothing and her dead mothers cruciix, she started 1 on her long journey across the seas. At Havre they took steerage passage on the steamer Canada, arriving at Castle Garden
 three weeks ago remaining there few days | they came to St. Louis, where Mary Fuchs and her brother had been living since April. Mary is faxen-haired and rosy checked. She | was overjoyed to meet her friend Pauline, who seemed equally pleased to see her, and who was for the first week cheerful Then she began to long for Switzerland, and the
 color left her cheek. Mary was her room mate, both sleeping together on "palletn made on the floor in the room, and to her 1 she confided her desire to return. 'I will | ulo uoEc, SI0 bdlu 6laply- WAeA any JULIET
 member of the family asked her the cause of
 her changed demeanor, she replied, My heart hurts me-"
 I This was all that she ever said on the sub ject until Friday, when she grew so sick that
 they begged her to go to bed. She would not, persisting still that there was nothing the matter. In the evening she says to Ma ria Fuchs, her cousin q want to go back to Einseideln must go back, for I cannot live | here.''
 She went to sleep on the floor, and at 3 1 o'clock yesterday morning her cousin heard
 her moaning When they went to her she persisted that she was not sick, and so they
 left her.
 This morning when Mary awoke, the girl
 had been dead for an hour. The police
 man told the coroner, who, as they were l too poor to give the unfortunate girl decent
 burial ordered the body to be carried to the morgue.
 ssShe died of homesickness, because she
 was out of sight of the mountains, " insists 1 her cousin.
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