Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1890-03-01
A REMARKABLE STORY.
STRANGE Facts Regarding the 1den-
tity of One, Condor.

Midnight. A village, NJ, near the
city of New York, Interior of a cot
tage. A couple of nurses are doing in
a chamber in which there is a bed on
tanning the form Of a young man, who is
supposed to be sleeping.
The door softly opens, a physician en-
tiers lightly, and scowls at the dozers,
who slccpily raise their heads and look
embarrassed, as he passes by them to
reach the bed.
"Ilow is he?" the physician asks n
of them. in a sharp whisper Of reproof.
He's been sleeping that way since
ten o'clock, answered the man, humbly.
The doctor goes to the bed. Both of
the nurses rise quickly to their feet, as
they take note of the expression which
occupies the doctors face. They 90 to
his side, and bend over the still form,
and hold their breaths as the doctor
takes the young mans hand to test the
pulsation. lie drops the hand, and
opening the bosom of the young mans
garment. feels for the heart-beats.
"lIe is dead scntentiously says the
man of business, there is no doubt that
YOU both deserve high praise for atten-
ton. Wake the mother and brother.
lie turned to a table and coolly closed
his medicine chest.
A few moments later the entire house
hold is aroused. The aged mother, with
gray. dishevcled hair. unbound, stag
gers down the stairs and falls upon her
uuiyering knees at the bedside and ca
resses the still face and limp hands of
her last born. The living son tries to
comfort her, but without avail. She is
half bereft of reason and has to be led
forcibly to her chamber in order that
the attendants may arrange the body
10; r vn'' dnys later a group of WI ar ar
assembled in the churchyard on Xye. 10
side. Mrs. Telford. on the aTkles 4,
son, Hardy, stands near th/ them.
Her aged face is markedI ripid face ~,
as deep as time and woXeams, now sr
Her eyes flash out of /mbled faces, or
with strange, ref. as if she would or
sweeping round% black lid to her 7,
NOR fixed onT sr
make them %ovcred in the sunlight RI
end ia/r began a short prayer, N
fieadTas ended, a hymn was sung, in
en%dertaker's men began to ar cf
NHc ropes to lower the coffin into y
Yye. q
/this juncture, Mrs. Telford sprang r
.tween them and the coffin, uttering II
which caused the spectators Il
to jump and stand still with u
horror.
She throw herself on to the coffin, Ct
and embraced il with tense hands and T
arms, Historically c|Xclaiming that her Il
son was not dead, and that they should "
bury him alive. Friends tried in V
vain to draw her away. She would lis
ten to none of them, nor cease her pitt "
full requests for them to open the coffin. b
As quickly as the workmcn could do it, a
her wish was granted.
The lid was removed; the CHASTITY WIS., C
age Of the collins inmate was exposed. n
a breath of relief escaped many an ex- q
pectant. superstitious breast. The poor, d
HlihlHAldAEh hblidil Utll Will utS-
perate expectancy over it, placing her s
thin hand plaintively on the white face. a
She fell back into her sons arms in a "
dead faint, and was taken away in a 5
carriage as the earth was filling the d
grave, Q
Years went by. Mrs. Telford never $
fully recovered from the shock of her
.., =. l,..l Gu, .a,sl ,l,4 -. ,.-.u 80
i've grief was unnatural, that her mind
was falling. To her most intimate
friends she would sometimes admit in a $
hesitating way, which plainly indicated t
that She fully understood their incredul-
ity on the subject, that she never felt t
satisfied in regard To Washington's bur I
ial. She feared. in a vague way, that he I
had been inferred alive. She paid fire.
quen visits to his grave, returning each
time with fresh-fallen gloom in hermien.
Her disquictude might have continued
TO be ascribed TO failing mental powers
but for a happening that astonished the
village almost to stupefaction. The
tongues Of the gossips moved but to pro-
duce chilling whispers over it.
~ NlldllNfu tbdl lldlul itlloTu was III
New York one night, where he frequent
ly vent on short business trips. He was
strolling through the Hoffman House,
had entered the celebrated bar therein,
and was standing before a noted painting
when he heard a voice behind him
which was identical with that of his
dead brother. Acold chill ran over him.
lie turned Instantly, the room seemed
TO whirl rapidly round him. lie reeled
backward against II table, horror strick-
en-. The voice had come from a young
man, in a group of companions, who was
the exact J1c-simih of Washington Tel
ford, even to a mole on his cheek and a
scar across his chin, which had distin-
iguished Washington's features.
An awkward pause ensued, which was
employed by the most thoughtful Of the
bystanders going to Hardy's aid, who
leaned tremblingly on the table, his
eyes fixed d~ilatingly on the young man
who had 80 astonished him.
The silence was broken by the latter,
probably because he felt that Hardy's
gaze OF frightened inquiry was directed
" hin IN rr~Ar-'-rs
s1Hhat is tho matter, young mani? he
asked In Z surprised tone.
'sPardon me. l. Il" Hardy STAN
nered. looking helplessly around him in