Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1889-05-24


to a beautiful and accomplished
lady. They had a magnificent res.
idence in wheeling,and as they had
no children, lived in the height of
luxuriance. Mr.. Watson was rather
inclined to field sports, and Mounds
vile, a few miles below Wheeling,
abounds in game Of all kinds, and
also magnificent trout streams. It
was a favOr!te resort for Mr.. Wat.
son during the game season, and
many were his visits to the spot.
About ten years ago he paid a
visit for a few days hunting and
fishing, leaving his wife in Wheel.
ing. Returning from his first days
reconnoiter to the farmhouse where
he took his lodgings,he was startled
by the smothered cries of some
child. He followed In the Director u
from whence the cries proceeded,
aud finally came to an old barn
yard we'll. AS he came to the we'll
he heard the same cries, aud look.
ing down into It's misty chasm
caught the glimpse of a little black
haired girl of about 10 years, cling
ing to the bucket. The child had
evidently fallen into the we'll while
trying to get drink.
The first thought which struck
Mr.. Watson, who was then quite
advanced in years, was to descend
by the chain TO the child below,
aud then attract the attention of
some of the hands about the farm.
This he did; and after he had cared
tor the child in the water for an
hour they we're both rescued by
farm hands.
The little girl, although wrapped
up in his thick canvas hunting
coat, was nearly .chilled to death,
and was carried fsintlng to the
farmhouse. She was soon brought
to, but after she had recovered a
fever set in. The fever was soon
broken, and she awOke to md Mr..
Watson carefully watching over
her.
The first thing she did was to
clasp him in her arms and kiss him
tenderly, and then she begged him
not to leave or she would certainly
die. The little girl had fallen in
love with her rescuer and clung
to him with a vigor, q zeal and an
affection seldom displayed in one
so young. She told Mr.. Watson
that she had been sent from Pitts.
burg to spend the Summer months
at Moundsville, and that she wonld
not let him leaYe her.
Mr. Watson was then married,
and he did not know what to do
with the little girl. Finally he re.
turned to Wheeling, to his wife, a
little worried. He received severa
letters and notes from the little
girl, soft in sentiments and glow.
ing with amorous terms. Mr..
Watson could face the music no
longer at Wheeling, and had to
remove to Baltimore. Here his
first wife died, and he was left
without soul related to him In
the world. This was about five
years after the strange occurrence
at Moundsyille. An additional
I've years elapsed and Mr.. Watson
had almost forgO tten the young
lady be b ad rescued from the well.
The desire for the sport of Mounds.
vile returned to him, aud one day
he arrived at the same old farm
house, after an absence of 10 years.
Locations were not much changed,
and the hunting Vas just as good
as eyer. He was on bis way back
to the farmhouse, after his first
DAYS hunt, and he happened up
to the old well. BY the side of the
we'll was standing a beautiful girl
about 20 year, of age, her uncover
ed locks of jet. t.black hair flowing
and floating in the breeze. She
was a picture of beauty in every
feature. The occurrence of the
we'll had left his mind some three
or tour years previous, but as he
looked upon the we'll it all came
back like q dream. He asked the
young lady if she remembered
anything OF q little Girl having
once been rescued from the we'll
and q bright, rosy blush msntled
over her fair cheeks. 1t was she.
He recognized her she him. He
told her OF his wife's death, and
their affections for each other be.
came very ardent, and resulted in
their marriage several days ago
at Pittsburg, and the pleasant
wedding tour they continued on
from st. LOUIS last night.