Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-02-18

while the opposite sax looked upon
him with tho greatest admiration. But
It Ia not recorded that he ever had an
other love affair. His marriage in
1868 to Mrs. Martha Curtis had made
good his pledge that he never would
wed maiden. 1t was friendly union
rather than an affair of the heart,
albeit the pair lived happily and were
we'll mated. But it never claimed to
be love match of the sentimental
sort,
CORVALLIS had surrendered, and tho
war of the rebellion was over. Gen.
Washington, by his valor, perseverance
and eminent services, had stablished
the freedom and independence of his
country. The capture of CORVALLIS
ended the struggle, and the surrender
ing army became prisoners of war. The
articles of capitulation were signed on
October 10, 1871, but it was the 9Th of
November before Gen. Washington left
Yorktown. Before that time, and, in
deed, almost coincident with the clos
ing struggle, the final scene in the one
romance of the great commanders life
was enacted, and then the curtain fell
never to rise again.
He had lain down in his full regimen
tails one midday for little much-need-
ed rest, when an orderly announced a
lady who wished to see Gen. Washing
ton.
"She comes under the escort of our
troops, and prays for private au-
dience," said the orderly, saluting.
"Show the lady in," said Washing
ton, rising from the hard couch on
which he had thrown himself, and,
drawing his noble figure to its majestic
height, he awaited the coming of his
visitor.
A slender form wrapped in n cloak,
the hood of which concealed her fea-
lures stepped within. AT u look from
closing the door. A tall lad of some
ten years of age accompanied the lady.
He had q proud, handsome face. The
visitor dropped her hood. and beau
tiful woman stood suppliant before the
great commander.
DO you, sir, remember this7" she
asked, humbly handing him a small
folded handkerchief.
AYE! as we'll as you may remember
this" answered Gen. Washington,
drawing from his breast pocket a
gauntlet glove.
Sir"
"Madam"
The two stood looking hungrily into
each others eyes; the years that had
been between them had vanished-she
was now younger than he.
You have message?" He was him
self again.
"A request your excellency. My
husband, and my boys father, is a
prisoner. He was loyalist-he fought
against-you."
HE fought against his country"
said Washington, in the tones that his
men feared; "he was and is traitor!'
"Methinks all is fair in love and
war" said Mistress Lydia Trenholm,
with hint of rising anger in her voice,
"Be chivalrous to fallen foe. Give
him to me-"
Gen. Washington looked long at the
beautiful woman, who as fearlessly re-
turned his gaze, but without boldness.
He read her as an open book; twas q
sad chapter.
AYE, Mistress Lydia, the war is
over. Tomorrow your husband shall
be free. The Bonetta sails for New
York then, and though she came as q
man-of-war returns to England as a
man-of-peace. Some families will sail
with her. BE advised and go aboard un.
til you can make of your husband a
loyal American. Fare you well, Mis-
tress Lydia"
lie held out that massive hand that
had done such goodly service for his
| country, and, before he could prevent
it, Mistress Trenholm had dropped on
one knee and pressed her lips to it ten
derly, but as no other woman ever had
done, as no other woman ever would
do.
Then she turned to her boy, who was
gazing about the room at the parapher.
MALTA of arms, and said:
"Lool1 well at him, my son, for never
will you see his like again"
"a fine lad," said Washington, scan.
ming wistfuliy tho handsome face
of the boy; may ask his name,
i madam?"
George Washington Trenholm" an
swered the boy, proudly.
''He was born on the 22d of Febru
ary," said his mother wave of lovely
color sweeping over her fair face.
"A strange coincidence, madam, >
answered Gen. Washington in low
voice, and shadow for a moment
dwelt on the spirit of the man who
was to be known to future ages as the
father of his country, yet had never ;
| child of his own flesh and blood.
Mistress Trenholm passed out bowina
low from the presence of her erstwhile
boy lover us from the presence of roy
atty, and hastened to her imprisoned
husband with news of the executiv,
clemency. But of that little episode o
the heart of which we wot she sait
never a word. Mrs. NJ. L. RAYNE-
| Fatal Surprise.
Conductor (horrified) d)-Gre at heavens
A dead man! How did it happen?
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