The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1908-05-07
The Widow
BY DON Mark Lemon
Copyright. BY Daily Story Pub. Co.,

a weel and consequently It was {
bit past recognition when found, bu
as It wore the clothes Of Carl John
son, in the pockets of which was tha
party's pocketbook and knife, and az
Carl Johnson had suddenly disap
peared about a week before, the cor
oner held that the body was that oi
Carl Johnson.
No one, however, lost any sleep from
the fact that Johnson had walked into
the pond and afterwards failed tc
walk out. He was notoriously stingy
unkempt and drunken, and so few OF
the villagers had even taken any In
terest In the drowned man that his
death was scarcely discussed.
But men are not wholly done with
even though they are drowned and
food for fishes. There Is always or
generally some property left behind,
and always or generally there is some.
one to claim the property.
In the case of Carl johnson n was
a surprise from the word, money. No
one In the village had been aware that
the drowned man was married: never.
theless he was no sooner buried than
there appeared on the scene a certain
stunning blonde, who claimed that
she was his widow.
IL seems that the deceased had met
her the summer before while transact
ing some business in the city and that
they had been married after O. very
brief courtship. The lady had chosen
to remain in the metropolis until her
husband could wind up his business at
Riverside and rejoin her, while as evil
dence of her marriage to the deceased
and as proof Of their mutual affection,
certain letters had passed between the
two, and when the first of these love
epistles was read in court the villagers
sat up and took notice.
Indeed, the letter was so interesting
that more than one farmer left his hay
Ing and came seven miles to court,
but that rests between those farmers
and their wives, and does not neces-
sarily pertain hereto.
There was now subpoenaed from
the city certain tall, slim clergyman.
whose hair and manners were as
smooth as vaseline and urbanity could
make him.
He testified that he had oficiated
at the marriage of the lady and the
deceased Carl Johnson, and that he
had known the widow since her bap-
tism. at which ceremony he had also
officiated. The farmers wives and
villagers could hardly credit this last
statement. The clergyman looked too
youthful, but then the stunning blonde
was very, very young-and very, very
disconsolate.
The case progressed with the court
room crowded to the doors and a few
rustics sitting outside In their teams,
discussing what a fool Johnson had
made Of himself down in the city.
and wondering II they could get off
from haying and go and do likewise.
Suddenly the people began pouring
from the courtroom, not willingly, how
ever, but angrily, and with many a
backward look. The court had been
cleared that certain OF the love let
ters that had passed between the de-
ceased and his widow might be read
only In the hearing of the Judge,
clients, attorneys, jurors and clerk.
The widow had begged 1t, blushing-
ly, tearfully; her lawyer had requested
It, while the Judge had thought It
best
The letters were then read and the
case went to the jury, after an elo-
quent appeal upon the part of the at
torney for the widow, In which that
lady's tender affection for the de-
ceased was so dramatically drawn
that she fell to sobbing on the clergy
mans shoulder
Ten minutes after retiring the
jurors filed back into the courtroom
aud the foreman reported a verdict
favorable to the widow as against a
distant relative of the deceased, who
had contested the widows claim.
The farmers and villagers received
the verdict with an enthusiasm worthy
OF dollar wheat and the stunning
blonde. with all due sweetness and
modesty, took possession OF the farm
and moneys OF Carl Johnson, deceased,
the clergyman remaining with her as
an impeccable chaperon.
Then one day the legally dead Carl
Johnson walked into the village and
asked the news. When he got It, got
II all-his drowning-the widow, the
courts decision-he
ran his neglected finger nails through
his unkempt hair and spat copiously.
Come along. boys" he said; "In
introduce you TO her A stunning
blonde. you sayf Young, plump, big
blue eyes and little footf Yes, that's
her! That's her, all rightF She's my
wife and-and we're going TO settle
right down and enjoy ourselves"
Followed by dozen friends, John
son entered his farmhouse, where the
widow and clergyman were seated at
tea. eating honey and biscuits very
lovingly together.
At sight Of the dead come TO life
the widow threw up her hands and
tainted. while the impeccable clergy
man distinctly said damn. But then