Morning appeal. [volume] (Carson City, Nev.) 1877-1906, 1881-12-14

What Colorado Miner Found ON Re-
turning to His Home.

supposed to be dead returns to his wife
only to find him dead, has recently come
to light in this city. About eleven years
Frank H. Fulmar was married to a
young lady here of much beauty and
considerable intellect. She was con.
slant contributor to the press, and wrote
several poems of more than ephemeral
interest. At first their married life
was very happy and after a year a
ness reverses came, and the little house
hold saw the wolf creeping nearer and
nearer the door. Fulmar was unable to
procure employment here, and at last
he determined to go out to Colorado and
try his fortune in the Silver State. His
wife was utterly opposed to the idea.
She implored him not to go, but finally,
finding that entreaties did no good. she
withdrew her opposition and let him go
| in anger. Almost her last words were
| that he should never write to her, or
seek to see her again that all was over
between them, Fulmar went out, how
ever-this was nine years ago-and
went through all the rough experiences
Of frontier life. AT one time he made a
pile only to lose it Immediately after in
some land shares. He tried desperately
the inner recesses of the mountains,
hoping against hore that he would
make money enough to come home
with. He wrote occasionally, but no
answers were returned, and so he
thought his wife was constant to her
threats at parting, and finally ceased
writing. This summer the money
he had been telling for and hoping for
through all the years began to come to
him. Claims of his in the Gunnison
country and in the San Juan district
suddenly materialized into considerable
value, and while he did not become
rich he found himself with money
enough to five on comforta bly, back in
the old st. Louis home. He packed up
his traps, and bidding goodbye to the
scenes of the past nine years, boarded
the eastern-b bound train, and last Friday
morning got off the cars at the Union
Depot and started straight for home
He lived near Eighteenth and Market
streets, and his first experience was to
find the house he lived in gone and a
store in its place. Inquiry in the neigh
bornood only proved that his wife had
left about year after himself and all
trace of her was lost. AS he was walk
ing down Fourteenth street that after
noon he met an old acquaintance, who,
after almost refusing to believe his
identity, at last told him fearful story.
His wife had lived for some time very
quietly, hearing nothing from Colorado,
and bitterly regretted the harsh parting
with her husband. No letters came,
and finally news was received that
was Al1icO 1Il an lIluidEl lOTay III
1876. Mrs. Fulmar believed the story
fully, and, after year of widowhood,
a George Marshall, who lives
near Twentieth and Olive streets. Her
new married life was as happy, if not
happier, than the old, but in August
last she was stricken down with an ILL
ness which shortly proved fatal, and
she is now lying in the Marshall lot out
at Bellefontaine, where she will never
know the finale of the drama of his life |
Fulmar's daughter had been tenderly
reared and is at school in Cincin-
natl. 1t may be imagined what effect |
this story had upon the returned hus-
band. He made up his mind at once
not to see Mr.. Marshall, and, if possible,
prevent all knowledge of his visit COM
ing to him but he also determined to
regain possession of his child, who was
in the care of distant relative of his
wife in Cincinnati.
A Game OF Poker Wins a House
An old miner recently came to town