The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1890-05-20

'3range Facts Regarding the Iden.
4 tity of One, Condor.

! Midnight. A village, M, near the
lSity of New York. Interior of a cot
3tage. couple of nurses are doing in
q chamber in which there is bed con-
flaming the form of a young man, who is
supposed to be sleeping.
The door softly opens, physician en-
ters lightly, and scowls at the dozers,
who sleepily raise their heads and look
embarrassed. as he passes by them to
reach the bed.
-'How is he?" the physician asks one
of them, in sharp whisper of reproof.
'4He'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
khey take note of the expression which
occupies the doctors face. They go 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. He drops the hand, and
opening the bosom of the young mans
garment, feels for the heart-beats.
''He is dead" sententiously says the
lnan of business, there is no doubt that
Eo1 both deserve high praise for atten-
tioa. Wake the mother and brother"
HE turned TO a table and coolly closed
his medicine chest.
n few moments later the entire house
hold is aroused. The aged mother, with
gray, disheveled hair, unbound, stag
gers down the stairs and falls upon her
auivering 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
for interment.
Two days later a group of villagers
assembled in the churchyard on the hill
side. Mrs. Telford, on the arm of her
son, Hardy, stands near the open grave.
Her aged face is marked with wrinkles
las deep as time and woe can cut them.
Her eyes flash out of her cold, rigid face
with strange, restless CLEANS, now
eweeping round the assembled faces,
hnon fixed on the casket, as if she would
make them pierce the black lid to her
child's face.
Heads were uncovered in the sunlight
when a minister began short prayer.
when this was ended, hymn was sung,
then the undertakers men began to ar
Mango the ropes TO lower the coffin into
&the grave.
7 At this juncture. Mrs Telford sprang
MI nr>
bcreams which caused the spectators
hearts to jump and stand still with
horror.
She threw herself on to the coffin,
and embraced it with tense hands and
arms, Historically exclaiming that her
son was not dead, and that they should
not bury him alive. Friends tried in
vain to draw her away. She would lis
ten to none of them, nor cease her pitt
ful requests for them to open the coffin.
As quickly as the workmen could do it,
Der wish was granted.
The lid was removed; the CHASTITY Wis
ace of the collins inmate was exposed.
"a breath of relief escaped many an ex-
Sectant, superstitious breast. The poor,
lalf-distraught woman bent with des-
perate expectancy over it, placing her
thin hand plaintively on the white face.
She fell back into her sons arms In a
dead faint, and was taken away in a
carriage as the earth was filling the
grave.
Years went by. Mrs. Telford never
FULLY recovered from the shock of hel
sons death. Some said that her excess
live grief was unnatural, that her mind
was failing. To her most intimate
friends she would sometimes admit in q
hesitating way, which plainly indicated
that she fully understood their incredul
kity on the subject, that she never felt
asatisfed in regard to Washington's bur
fial. She feared, in vague way, that he
had been inferred alive. She paid fire.
I uen visits to his grave, returning each
time with fresh-fallen gloom in her mien
Her disquietude might have continued
Ito be ascribed 70 falling mental power: