Lovelock tribune. (Lovelock, Nev.) 1898-1912, 1908-12-25
Sad Death
AT RYEPA7CH
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q Reno and laid down on the bed, q
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q my hand and smiled at me, and q
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q Mary Edwards announced the n
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q Winnemucca, where he had gone &,
q to summon assistance for the X
q burial Of the only friend he had y
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q stood guard over the remains, Il
q and the efforts Of the coroner to q
q have the body buried by the a
q county were met with indignant X
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Last Saturday evening in Rye Patch
canyon, a desolate place about ~
miles northeast of Lovelock, Mary Ed
wards, an aged and feeble woman,
died among scenes of the utmost DESC
lation, and with her death, witnessed
only by her son, an imbccile with
whom she has lived alone in this deso-
late and forbidding spot for the past
year, an incident of strangely patheti,
circumstances has closed.
Mary Edwards of late had lived as
many another aged and feeble woman
has lived, and that only in the memory
OF the happy and carefree days of her
youth, when loves dream was young,
and the fires Of passion burned bright,
and she died as many another such
woman has died, faithful before ths
shrine of that early-day devotion, and
cherishing to the end all that was left
to her-the dead ashes of those fires.
| Yet few women have ever cherished 90
thoroughly and SO deeply the memory
of the past as did this woman, whose
life has just gone out in one of the
most lonesome spots in the heart Of this
desert.
Thirty-fve years ago Mary Edwards,
a young and comely girl, living with
her parents in the state Of Pcnnsyl-
vania, met stalwart man, of pleasing
manner--an adventurer by the name OF
Frank Dohrman, with whom she fell
deeply in love. Dohrman was fortune
seeker, and though the love between the
two ripened, he refused to tarry in tho
east, but left his sweetheart, and, with
others of his kind came westward to
the hills of Nevada to secure fortune.
He came to Rye Patch canyon and
there, 80 years ago, after locating
various mining properties, settled down
and mined there, until he died about
"mother lode hunting" miners who
devote their entire life to single,
simple PROJECT, and who, guided by no
scientific theories, dig on and on for
a fabulously rich ledge, which they
suppose to exist, and which they conf
dently believe they will one day find.
He worked and waited, and although,
he wrote to the sweetheart left behind,
he made no overtures of marriage.
But subsequently Mary Edwards, un-
able to endure the separation from tho
man she loved, came west also with
a party of friends, and came to Rye
Patch canyon. There she 1ivsd with
her sister, and although Dohrman re-
fused to consider the question of MAJ
rimony being too intentiy devoted to
his mining ventures, an illicit relation
ship sprang up, from which son was
born. Mary Edwards lived in the
canyon until the birth Of her son,
when she was sent to Oakland, where
she passed twenty years of her life,
rearing her son on the money sent
her by her lover, whose strange
idiosyncracies would not permit him to
wed her.
And so time wore on, until death
claimed this strange man, Frank Dohr-
man, who is distinctly remembered by
humboldt county people because of his
manners of dress, and other things. In
his rare visits to either Lovelock or
Winnemucca, he always rode in on
his burros, and wore a bright red
handkerchief about his head. 1t was
rumOred that he had discovered ricn
ledge, and that after extracting a
fortune he had hidden the wealth.
There are many people in the vicinity
who yet believe he has left a fortune
secreted in the canyon. At his death
bc left but little mining property of
questionable value and other small
holdings.
! The real pathos in this tale of Mary
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