The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1884-06-04
W.E.GRACE,S ROMANCE.
HOW AN Ex.N.Y. MAYOR MET HIS FATE
Rescued by His Prospective Father-in,
Law and Brought Back to Life by
His Future Wife-An In
teresting Story.
IN. Y. Stay.l

ern about nIGY lnlleS rum ihohPSoh, Mo'i |
one bitter night in the middle of the winter
of1s57.t itwas hisintention at .arstito put
up for the night at the tavern, but the sim
ister chances Of several Unlocking men in
tlle bar.room caused him to alter his mind.
Tho landlord tried to induce him to stay,
but without avail. From the tavern his
course was through dark, dismal looking
wood. @
On he started. Soon a heavy snow-storm
set in. The wind howled with ghostly
JUNCTION through the leafless branches OF
the trees. Still the horseman pressed on.
The horse occasionally started from fright
MS the hideous howl of prowling wolf was
heard. The rider was apparently young
man, though little could be seen of him
save pair of brilliant black eyes that
flashed in the darkness like brilliants. The
storm became more severe. The horse and
man were covered with fleecy mantle.
They looked like a moving equestrian
statue in marble. Tie jaded horse had
suddenly dropped into walk. In another
instant be fell. The rider nimbly jumped
from his back just in time to save himself
from being crushed beneath the animal. A
gentle stream of blood issued from the
auivering nostrils of the latter.
"Luck is against me-" exclaimed the
vounp man sadly, as he watched his poor
brute die.
The faithful animal looked at him with
fast glazing eyes, which seemed to say: ~
did my best, master"
The traveller murmured again sadly:
"Yes, know you did, Dick, old boy. It's
not your fault"
In a few seconds all was over; the noblo
horse expired. The young man watched
him for a moment, and then wrapping
himself tighter in his coat he pressed for
ward. On he trampe& but at last despair
seized him, and he cried aloud for aid. No
answer was returned save the echo Of his
voice. He called repeatedly, but the wind
only mocked him. He finally glanced
about and seeing a small spot Of land be-
meath an old oak tree that was quite free
from the cold snow, he threw himself upon
II. A few minutes and a pleasant ssnsa'
tion thrilled through him.
"Oh, this is not SO bad" he sighed, and
he sank to sleep in an instant. Thus he
was found few minutes later by another
horseman, whose horse had baked at the
sight OF the PROSTATE man and thus
brought him to the notice OF his rider. The
latter gazed at the PROSTATE man for
minute. He then began to belabor him un-
mercifully with short stick. This treat
ment soon aroused the sleeper.
"Get up, get up, my man, you're freezing
to DEATH"
The young man arose, but was unable TO
walk. Tho new arrival placed him on the
horse in front Of him, and laying on the
whip, drove onward at a faster pace. Half
an hour later they left the dismal wood
and soon entered Thomaston. Tho horse
was stopped before ono Of the most pre-
tentious houses in the town. A light
/ CLEANED in one Of the upper
windows. A fair face was pressed
against the pane gazing out into the awful
night. A servant approached, and by his
masters orders helped him to carry the
young man whom he had found in the
woods into the house. Restoratives were
applied, but without avail. He became de.
lirious. But the hospitable man cared for
him with unselfish tenderness. The gen.
tleman was Mr.. George w. Gilchrist, one
Of the most prominent ship-builders in
the town. He had been away on business
and was returning home when he met the
wayfarer.
From letters In the strangers pockets his
name was found TO be William X. Grace.
The good people imaei iIed that he must be
very rich, as the same name appeared as
the head Of firms In Peru Liverpool, New
York and San Francisco. Four weeks
later the young man who had been so un.
tremendously introduced into the house
became conscious. As he opened his eyes
and glanced around the room everything
looked bright and cheerful. Pretty pic
lures and bright fire gave the apartment
cheery aspect; but loyelicr than all was
the young girl who sat at a window intent.
ly reading Her hair was a beautiful gold
On color and flowed in natural ringlets far
down below hor waist in exquisite profu.
sion. Her eyebrows were delicately arched,
her checks as white as the purest ivory,
with Just the slightest touch Of pink. He
gazed long upon the beautiful creature,
who proved to be Minnie Gilchrir he
belle OF the town. Suddenly she & ID
up. She saw the stranger looking at her
steadfastB. A wave Of deep crimson rose
to her temples. She hastencd forward and
gently warned him.
",You must be quiet now. Papa and the
doctor say that yon must not speak q
word. III tell you all you want to know,
though" .t,....,..., ...l.t.r
She narrated the whole story. Next
day, land for many following days, Minnie
was the Joy of his life. She would sing
and read to him for hours at time. She
seemed much interested In the pale-faced
young man with the eagle eye and the black
curling hair. When he was at last allowed
to speak he told his story. He had heard
the fame Of one q. w. Gilchrist, a Ship
builder, Of Thomaston, Me. He left New
York 10 see him and give him some con
tracts. He was moro than surprised when
he found where he was. 1t was several
weeks before young Grace was able II
, leave the house. He improved his spare
time in making love to his hosts daughter
She returned his affection with interest
Having at last won hor consent to become