The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1890-11-06
A VERY STRANGE TALE.
A MOTHER MEETS HER DAUGHTER WHOM
SHE NEVER SAW BEFORE.

NEW YORK, Oct. 2S.-A handsome
young woman, 81 years old, with
golden hair and blue eyes, holding n
letter in her hand, rang the door
bell of one of the frame cottages in
one-hundred- d-seventy-sixth ST.,
between Madison and Washington
avenues, last Wednesday, and then
timidly waited for the door to open.
There had been death in that house
scarcely week before. The daugh-
ter, Annie Meyer, handsome girl,
had succumbed to pneumonia and
left her widowed mother and affianc-
ed husband to mourn for her.
The young woman who stood
waiting outside with the letter was
almost an exact counterpart of the
dead girl When the door was OPP
ened Mrs. Meyer, woman well
passed middle age, dressed in black,
looked out. She stared at her visi-
tor as if she had been confronted
by an apparition from the other
world, while the young woman hesi-
tatingly held out the letter. Mrs.
Meyer made n short step forward,
tried to hold out her hands, and
then dropped in heap just inside
the door. The girl shrieked, and n
young man ran out from one of the
rooms. He looked Mt the girl much
i'll the same way as Mrs. Meyer had,
then he ran up to her, and, putting
his arms around her, before she
knew what he was going to do, kiss.
ed her.
"See, the lady has fainted,' she
said, breaking away from him. You
had better help me take her inside"
Together they carried her into n
pleasant little parlor, and laid her
on sofa. She came to presently
and stared around like person in n
delirium.
'Are you better" :" asked the
young woman who bent over her.
Eyes, yes but you, who are you
You are so like my Annie, who has
been dead not yet week.
In the confusion the letter had
been dropped on the floor. The
young woman picked it up and
handed it to Mrs. Meyer. She took
it, opened it mechanically and tried
to read, but could not, so she hand
ed it to the young man, DIR. Samuel
Kratzner. The letter revealed n
story which sounds like a romance,
and after the doctor had read it he
told Mrs. Meyer that the young wo-
man was a daughter whom she had
known nothirq, SlaeJlt. nd. .rh-s --sas
a twin with the dead girl. The
shock was almost too much for the
mother, and there was n most affect
ing and pathetic scene between the
mother and daughter, united for
the first time since the birth of the
child.
Told, briefly, this romance in real
life, which would perhaps not be be-
heved if the proofs did not exist,
began twenty-five years ago, when
John VI. Meyer, II German, endowed
with those traits Of industry and
frugality which characterize the
race, came to this country from
Hamburg with his wife. The frau
was blue-eyed, very slenderly fash
ioned, and rather sickly. They
landed at Boston, where Meyer
found work almost Immediately.
For year they lived carefully and
economically, and then they came
to this city with enough money to
start II green grocery store at the
corner of Greenwich avenue and
West Twelfth street.
They had apartments over the
store, but such was the state of Mrs.
Meyers health that she seldom left
her rooms. In fact, greater part
of the time she was confined TO her
bed. She frequently became uncon-
scious, and on several occasions re-
manned in that state for several days.
The profits of the store went for the
employment of doctors, who con.
suited, but could not learn what the
mysterious malady was. Suddenly,
she began to improve. and in a re-
marlably short time she had SO far
recovered rs to be able to assist her
husband in the store.
For year her health continued
excellent, but one day, at the ex-
piration of that time, while she was
waiting upon n customer in the
store, she tumbled down on the
floor behind the counter in one of
her old attacks. She was carried