Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-03-22
THEY LOVED UNTO DEATH.
A 40ung Lady Dies from a Broken
HeRrt-Interre in Their Wed
ding TrsppiDgs.
Evening Wisconsin.

'SA4A1S W 4SSOLslA4s
One of those peculiarly sad cases.
of the death of a loved one which is
the blow which kills another, and hap
| PLY which are OF extremely rare oc-
currence, is to be recorded among the
German residents of the Ninth Ward.
In fact, this case IN gu astion embodics
more than the usual number of un-
! happy condolences. The curtain fell
| on the last act of the little local drama
Iabout to be narrated, on last Sunday,
when Miss Theresa Miller was con-
| signed to the snow mantled tent whose
curtain never outward swings, at Cal
vary cemetery. Miss Miller resided
with her parents at 503 Fifteenth street,
where a Wisconsin reporter called
this forenoon and cleaned from sister
the story of two lives. Theresa was
engaged to marry a young German
named Peter Stolberg. Who lived on
Fond du Lac avenue, near Fourteenth
street. They kept company for al
most five years before they were even
engaged. and almost grew up to mans
and woman's estate in the sunshine OF
each others smiles. Their hearts were
LII Ll11y III b11S IucSuSS vi IONS.
and when in their little love scores the
one said he or she could not live with
out the other, they only spoke the
truth, for they loved as of yore and not
with that insipid, modern sentimen-
tality, so much in vogue at present.
The time flew, days seemed hours and
weeks but days. 1t was but a month
until the day would arrive, when
they could bow to the world
as man and wife. A nice cot
tage on Eleventh street had been pur-
chased and furnished by the happy man
and the no less blithesome, light-heart-
ed maid had almost finished her bridal
trousseau. She was her fathers
favorite daughter, and he had said that
she should have handsome dOwry and
as nice wedding as any in their walk
of life. But the gods were angered.
Peter, who was q machinist, and held
the position of foreman in Fourth
street foundry, one day came home
from work with his body frigid from
cold waves which chased each other
over his system without mercy. Next
morning slight fever had set in, and
the next day faint hectic flush was
visible. An old physician made an
examination and turned his shaking
head away. 1t was quick consumption,
was not the slightest hope. He might
die in a week or in month, but he had
not long to live. The news was kept
from Theresa, and she saw the form she
loved so well waste before her very eyes.
They were to have been married on the
afternoon of October 21st last, but on
the morning of that day the sufferer
died, his intended bride clinging fran
tically and weeping about his body.
The wedding clothes, the cottage and
all were mockery, they were hideous
in her eyes. Her heart and life had
gone out with his. She was no more
the happy, high-spirited girl, but droned
away the days, gasped his name un-
consciously in her sleep and sighed for
death. Her wish was granted, aGd she
took to her bed, never to rise again in
health. Quick consumption, fed by the
fragments of q broken heart, quickly
consumed remaining life, and on We'd
nesday, February 21st, just four months
to the day after Stollberg's death, she
passed away. On Sunday afternoon at
two O'CLOCK, she was buried from St.
Joseph's on the corner of Eleventh and
Cherry streets, and wore the dress in
which she was to have been married.
Their difference in religion only kept
her from being placed by his side. He
was a Protestant, and was inferred in
Union cemetery. Miss Miller was
buried at Calvary Cemetery, with
Catholic formalities and services.