The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1919-08-14
LIFE STORY REPLETE
WITH He ART THRObS
CENTERS At AROMORE

As result OF the inquiry, published
In the Ardmorelte several days ago. by |
Mrs. Marie Green Of Little Rock. Ark. |
u search for this woman which has
been carried on for more than 20 years
has come TO an end, and within few
days she will arrive In Ardmore to
visit with foster brothers and sister,
OF her mother.
The story of the life of Mrs. Green
reads more like a chapter from mod
ern day novel than like the ordinary
happening the course of every day hu.
man events.
Mrs. Green's mother, whose name was
Leeana Lewis, was the adopted daugh'
ter of Mr.. and Mrs. Samuel Winter,
OF Alvord. Texas. She the mother)
was taken into the family of Mr.. and
Mrs. Winters, who had nine own chill
drcn one of whom became Mrs. s. Il.
smith, whose son J. -. Robertson, has
made the search these many years for
the daughter of his adopted aunt.
Mr.. Robertson lives in Ardmore, at
nae Fifth avenue, northeast.
He tells the following story of the
life of Mrs. Green:
"I don't remember just when my
adopted aunt came into the family. bu,
she was always treated as one of the
family and shared equally in the estate
Of my grandparents. upon their death.
| remember her well and it was our
love for her that has made me search
all these years for her daughter.
when she was young she married a
man who deserted her shortly after
they were married. A little baby came
Gyho is now Mrs. Green). but the moth
er died when the baby was only five
months old. She was then at the home
of her foster parents, who kept her
baby and intended to care for the child
as they had her.
But when the child was IS months
old, her father came and stole her from
the old folk and she was not heard or
again, until the notice appeared in The
Ardmoreite. You can never know how
glad we were to read that piece. We
Immediately answered it and / received
a letter which explains why we could
never find any trace of her, though we
have searched and searched"
Following is the letter from Mrs.
Green. which takes up the thread of
her life at IS months old:
My Dear Unknown Relative: 1t
seems so funny to be writing this letter,
but / stood it as long as | could and
finally had to make some investigation
regarding my life.
"Well, as near as I know this is my
90 to I,a Tho firgY
having been told me by my foster
mother. When about is months OLD
saloon keeper by the name of T. NJ,
Little. at Denison, Texas. adopted me,
or rather took me. not knowing any
thing concerning me except that
young man brought me there and left
me while he presumably went in search
of work. | guess he found it, as he
didn't return.
"I was given the best of everything.
Quite a good education and music
When | was 1G years old l graduated
with honors, winning two medals. Then
when not quite is years old, I married,
against my foster parents wishes.
MY husband deserted me after six
months. I have a son by him that he
has never seen. He will be nine years
old the 23rd of this month. I after
wards secured a divorce and remarked
My husband died February %, 1918.
have another son five years of age,
who is the exact counterpart of the
lady in a picture I have. This picture
is one of a family group one of which
is Mrs Green's mother although she
did not know it was a picture Of her
mother until after a number of letters
had passed)
so | am a widow. | am a profes
sional musician and play the piano with
an orchestra at one of the theaters here.
II have always thought of my mother
| as dead l couldn't imagine a mother
deserting her own flesh and blood. Had
made this inquiry when I was first
/ thinking Of it. possibly you would have
/ known where my father was. Seems
/ like he would have been curious, AZ
least. to know what had become of me.
I am confident of the fact that he has
spent many sleepless nights over me,
that is. if he cared anything at all for
/ me.
Il should like to have a copy of the
paper the ad is in. I obtained the
names of several Of the Oldest inhabi-
tants of your town. Among them was
the name of the manager of your paper.
I didn't know he had taken the matter
UP. I can never be grateful enough
to him.
"I have n picture of myself at %
months. Ny hair was very curly, but
-. g.
is brown now and my eyes about the
same. ! am real fair and am large