The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1908-11-19
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SHE FLED FROM
Mrs. Bars Son Says He viii
Gladly Welcome Her
AND FORGET EL0PEMENT
Her Husband Forgives All-Found in
Chicago the New York Woman Is
Joyfully Reunited With the
Man She Deserted.
AND FORGET ELOPEMENT


er in my arms and kiss her and tell
her that I'm happy that she has come
back TO dad and me-" said Willie Burr,
happily, this morning. 1--WE win never
refer to the past, nor to that other
man. We win just try to forget, as
We have forgiven"
No moro remarkable romance has de.
veloped within recent years than this
Of the Bars. The wife and mother, an
authoross Of some note, without a
word of warning, deserted her husband,
her son, and her home some months
ago, TO run away with a man said to
be Edwin Churehman, a welI.to-do
merchant. Since then her husband and
her son have searched for her unsuc.
cessfully, not to upbraid her, or wreak
vengeance upon her guilty partner, but
to ask her to return to the home she
lad left desolate. Yesterday the elder
Barr found his wife in Chicago, in the
general postofice, where she had called
for letter. Last night his son got
this telegram from his father;
Chicago, Nov. is.
Meet mamma and me at Grand
Central station at 0 o'clock Wednesday
night. Have fat ready for US.
Dad.s
Willie Barr, the son, was found by
The Globe reporter in bed at his board,
ing house, at 143 West 1880 street,
early yesterday. The big, handsome
fellow, crowned with a huge mop Of
black, curly hair, talked freely Of his
mothers elopemcnt, his fathers search,
and their mutual forgiveness. Willie
Barr Is well known in racing circles as
d sheet writer. Benjamin IT. Barr, the
father, is also interested in racing.
Son Tells The Story.
1--WE were always happy at home"
said the young man, as he threw a
hathrobe about his shoulders and indi.
Gated to his visitor the whereabouts Of
the cigarettes upon the dresser. Il
loved my mother dearly, as did my
father. have always thought that
our love was thoroughly reciproeated.
I do not believe that there was any
family in New York happier than ours.
we had a nice little place At 24i West
1l6th street, II was handsomely fur
nlshed, with silvervsre and new
grand piano, and everything that moth.
er asked to make her surroundings
more pleasant. / do not remember
that there ever was quarrel in our
family. Nor do | recall that at any
tirs anything happened which might
have put us on our guard, or which
could have s,ssgested to us that moth.
or no longer cared for her home.
"0n Sept. % father was in Toronto.
was going out 70 the races at Jamaica
That day, as told mother at the break
fast table. We sat there laughing and
.hattihg over little trivial things for
time, just o. any loving mother would
With her only son. Then she called the
servant.
Jennie said she, bring trunk up
fIom the basement
THAT made nae curious. Where are
Fou going niotherf / asked
" I'm tired, Willie said she. r think |
III 90 TO Atlantic City for q week or
%, and get a rest
Il thought nothing more Of It, and |
sissed her goodby az usual / returned |
rom the races at 8 o'clock that night |
always liked to hurry home to talk |
Tho day over with mamma I found |
Jennie, the servant, alone in the house
As looked about the dining room |
ioticed that ii had been stripped of a |
treat part Of the silveYware and of /
ievefal handsome and valuable orna-
nents. walked through the house,
md saw that many Of mothers belong.
Dgs had been taken. / asked the girl /
bout it,
a'sure, sorr,' said she, Il don't know
lawthin' at all at all Mrs, Barr iis'
old me to bring up three trunks from
he basement, instead Of one, and she
hacked 'em ALL
He Wasn't Suspicious.
still, I wasn't exactly suspicious. /
bought ii was odd, but it didn't enter
ny mind that my mother would elope
Fhy, che is forty years old, and al
hough she is handsome woman, had
ever noticed that she ever cared for
ny other man than dad. But I went
hrough the house. I thought, there
niTht be card tucked away for me
omewhere. But there wasn't.
Then | thought that before long
mother would send me some souvenir
ards from Atlantic City or write me.
IS the days passed on, and l did not
car from her, made second search
I the house, Then / found, tucked