The Brookhaven ledger. (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1875-1883, 1882-01-12
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AN ACTUAL ENoCH ARDEN.
What Colorado Miner Found on
Returning to His Home.

What q Colorado Miner Found on
Returning to His Home.
A sad and romantic history, in
which a husband supposed to be
dead returns to his wife only to find
her dead, has recently come to light
in this city. About eleven years
ago Frank H. Fulmar was married
to young lady here of much beau
ty and considerable intellect. She
was constant contributor to the
press, and wrote several poems of
more than ephemeral interest. At
first their married life was very
happy, and after year daughter
was born to them. Then business
reyerses came, and the little house
hold saw the wolf creeping nearer
and nearer to the door. Fulmar
was unable to procure employment
here, and at last he determined to
go cut to Colorado and try his for
tune in the Silver State. His wife
was utterly opposed to the idea.
She implored him not to go, and fl
nally, finding that entreaties did
no good, she withdrew her opposi-
tion and let him go in anger. AL
most 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,
however--thls was nine years ago.
and went through all the rough ex.
perience of frontier life. At one
time he made pile only to lose it
Immediately after in some land
shares He tried desperately the
inner recesses of the mountains,
hoping against hope 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
to her threats at parting, and final
ly ceased writing. This summer
money he had been toiling for and
hoping for through all the years be
gan to come to him. Claims of his
in the Gunnison country and in the
San Juvan, districts suddenly ma
teriallzed into considerable value,
and while he did not become rich
he still found himself with money
enough to live on comfortably back
in the old St. Louis home. He
packed up his traps, and bidding
good-by to the scenes of the past
nine years, boarded the eastern
bound train, and last Friday morn
ing got off the cars at the Union
Depot and started straight for home.
He lived near Eighteenth and Mar
ket streets, and his first experience
was to find the house he had lived
in gone and store in it's place.
Inquiry in the neighborhood only
proved that his wife had left year
after himself and all trace of her
was lost. AS he walked down
Fourth street that afternoon he met
an old acquaintance, who, after al
most refusing to believe his identi-
ty, at last told him fearful story.
His wife had lived for some time
very quietly, hearing nothing from
Colorado, and bitterly regretting
the harsh parting with her husband.
No letters came and finally news
was received that Fulmar was kill
ed in an Indian foray in 1876.
Mrs. Fulmar believed the story
fully, and, after a year Of widow
hood, married George Marshall,
who lives near twentieth and Olive
street. Her new married life was
as happy, if not happier, than the
old, but in August last she was
stricken down with an illness which
shortly proved fatal, and she is now
lying in the Marshall lot at
Bellefontaine, where she will never
know the finale of the drama of
his life. Fulmar's daughter had
been tenderly reared and is now at
school in Cincinnati. 1t may be
imagined what effect this story had
upon the returned husband. He
made up his mind at once not to
see NJ. Marshall, and, if possible,
to prevent all knowledge of his
visit coming to him; but he also
determined to regain possession of
his child. who in the care of dis
tant relative to his wife in Cincin-
natl.