The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1884-07-23
A SAD ROMANCE.
A Faithful Wife Who Carries Her Dead
Husband His Dinner Every Day.


Husband His Dinner Every Day.
Just after the stroke of noon Saturday a
Chelsea and Boston car was going up Broad
.ay past large manufacturing establish
ment, when the attention of the passengers
was called to queer little woman in an old.
fashioned poke bonnet, who hurried down
the street with tin pail in her hand and
went to the factory gate and knocked for
admission. An old gentleman who's at in the
forward, right-hand corner of the car looked
up and said -
All, there goes Dolly again"
Dolly who ?" asked somebody.
Why Dolly White--Ora Dolly, as she
Ia called by those who know her.
What makes them call her crazy p'
queried the girl, puckering up her pretty
little mouth until it looked like period
undor her hooked, Interrogation point of
nose.
Oh, 1t was long time ago, when she
and Charlie hadn't been married but few
years, and she used to come down here
every noon and bring his dinner, that the
story commences. They lived in house
ON Washington avenue and had two little
children to take care of, and they were Just
as happy as they could be, for Charlie was
making good living and had the promise
u bosship in the fall. When, one day
at noon, she came with his lunch, as was
her custom, and just as she got to the gate
IL flew open and out came four men bearing
the dead body of her husband, who had just
been killed by falling timber. Dolly faint
ed AWAY at the sight and fell into fever
that did not abate until long after poor
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able to go out she went to work and secured
up the old dinner pail and put up meal
for the dead husband just as though he was
alive and working just as usual. At
quarter TO twelve she put ON her bright new
shawl and gay bonnet, and, taking the pail
in her hand, tripped off down the street and
knocked at the gate. The mon came out
and she told them she wanted to go in and
wait for Charlie and let him have something
to eat. They tried to reason with her, and
told her that he Ind gone away ON long
joy anu Wouiu hVt roqulTc uHy uiuHer IOr
many day-never, perhaps. But she
would not listen to them, and waited there
until the bell rang for the men TO go to work
again. Ever since then, and that was nearly
zen years ago, she hns done the same thing
avery day that the factory has been running.
sundays, holidays and III vacation time she
stays at home, but all tho rest of the time
she puts on the same old shawl and bonnet
they are are faded and threadbare-and
starts down the street with tin pail in her
hand"
Does she carry the same old dinner, or
3 it fresh every day ?" asked the girl.
1t Is fresh and hot every day"
Bat what does she do with tho old one
when she finds that Charlie don't come out
10 eat ii ?"
" Well, abe takes it home and sets il down
ON the table, and, going into her chamber
to take of her shawl and bonnet she stays
there and cries and cries and cries. Before
she comes out her two children steal into
the room and eat the dinner allup and leave
nothing but the empty pail. They are hearty
children, their mother is poor, and n good
hot dinner isn't bad for any body, 80 they
eat it and ask no questions"
"Ohl" said the girl, relapsing into silense
md losing oil interest in the story.