Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1894-07-22

Mnen L was sate at Nnc ivits Nhefe
found Mrs. March. who had preserved my
little gray bag with the papers It con-
tanned, the thought that | had murdered
man gave me some very restless hours. ]
wondered that Arthur could love me as
WELL even though 1t had been done for his
sake. But he called me his good angel
and know not what else to comfort me-
and 1 found that had become heroine
among the ladies' OF the Fort. Letters had
arrived for me from Friends Smith and
Brown and from Maria. l will quote por-
tion of hers:
Friend Anna: take up my pen in hand
TO let thee know that | am well. and hope
thee arr the same. Jonah is well. Mother
Hancock Is likewise in usual health. We
have a little boy who is very comedy, and
Jonah is pleased, because when he Is aged
and passed work he will have some one
to succeed him In the concern, Otherwise
I should have liked a little girl. But these
things ere as Providence Wills OF course
II will surprise thee by telling thee that
I have been a Journey to oaktown. where
thee remembers we lived with good friend
Warrington. All is as usual there. l
could but shed tears when saw the ruins
OF the home. However had pleasant
surprise. Friend Hoty, who was so brave
at the time Of the fire, did not die. He
recovered and In dressing the wound In his
head, the surgeon found the bullet which
had been all this while In his brains. on
its removal he became sane again"
Thou wouldst not know him he is so
proper and self-contained. He remembered
mo and shook hands and asked after thee
His real name Is, 1t seems, not Hoty, It is
Philip March. and in his insanity he wan
dered hither from Southern town the name
OF which have forgotten. He has writ
ten to old friends, but they are all dead
or gone away. No one remembers HIM
This mafpq him thanph t1a
pie of the village are all his friends and
make him welcome, and | am told that he
laments the probable death Of his wife, Of
whom he can hear no news. For her sake
II was that after the wicked fashion Of
the worlds people he fought a duel and
received the wound that disordered his in
tellect"
This portion OF my letter was SO inter-
esting that l read It aloud to Mrs. March.
telling her all ] knew Of my dear Don
Quixote. While l was talking little cry
from her lips alarmed me- | looked up
and saw that she was nearly falnting
went TO her and she chung to me sobblng,
Let no woman say that her life Is over"
she said. "Anna. Philip March is my hus-
band. As he thinks me dead SO have / be-
lleyed him to be-" And then she, who had
always been so retieent, poured out the
whole story Of her life 1t was story
purely Of the South. Her husband had not
doubted her but blood alone could avenge
a light word spoken OF his wife We know
the result Of the duel
FOR months he unhappy wife watched her
demented husband who ala not recognize
her, but believed himself to be the Knight
OF La Mancha, and insisted that she should
eiI MN Don VnlNote; one day ne escaped
nor WatehlulnesH ana wandered away a
pody' supposed 10 be- MS. was Iount IN INC
river, and having paid the last respects 10
the remains she lett virginia as sac sup
posed, forever
now tnat Know ne ives, sne con
S ,ta, ~, peIeEe vlat heASeh ihtehus
81 80, 49, ~ w. i .. - Hnpps' $50,
~ sure ol ~ stlu, ana letters
49, y" '..sS" ils5sa=ea sent 20 .'e prupsr
qNaltet ulu une va! as W. sat tostthsr
stlNdHl ah"ouueuu gentleman LOT MIS-
va. D''
Never shall l forget the expression with
Wnlch sne looked toward the door or now
nay owa heart beat as l saw standing on
me threshold my own dear Don QuiXote
Win an MS old beauty OF feature, but no
longer VIA and Rrotesque In demelnor. A
graVe and stately gentleman, selt-eontained.
though evidently moved by strong emotion
For a moment his sparkling eyes rested
npon the face OF Mrs. March, then he
opened his arms and she new into them,
heard her sob5, | saw him bow his head
above herr. and left them together.
My wedding eve was close at hand. |
had gone with Mr. and Mrs. March 10 their
| old home a considerable estate having Of
late fallon 10 my dear old Don. so that he
| was rich enough TO have no fear OF the
| future.
| At Mrs Msreb'a hn,no y,os N no mas.
| riel and one day we all stnod toqether