New Britain herald., 1926-12-10

1 wet with tears. And there's not 0 thing in her bag except twenty dol- , lars in bills. No cards, no letters, nothing"
 Prof. Elwell was silent for a long minute, his forehead wrinkled in i thought.
 Its about the strangest thing I've bumped into for some time," he finally remarked.
 Several hours later on that wild October night. while the storm still howled outside with an eerie screech and all Camdenville kept close to it's fireslde. two little stran- gers were ushered into the world by Doc. Palmer and Nurse Dalton. Two, not one, and both girls. They had arrived, the doctor thought, . little ahead of schedule.
 And just as the gray, misty dawn of another day was lighting the east, the young mother of the little twins left this life and ventured into the Unknown, leaving behind her no hint, no trace, nothing to show who she had been or whence she had come. And although Prof. Elwell, during the four days immediately following communicated with Chi cago police and inserted inquiries in Chicago and Indianapolis papers, his efforts brought no results. Who or where the husband was of whom the tragic stranger had babblcd. or who the brother was to whom she was going, no word came to tell. The connecting threads were broken. the ends tangled up and lost in the Spinning Wheel of Life. And so it came that the earthly remains of the beautiful young mother who had died hat night un- der such strange and pitiful circum- stances were finally buried in the towns little cemetery on the hillside, the expenses paid by Prof Elwell. Three months later a pretty tomb stone marked the spot. Craven on its marble face in Old English let ters was an epitaph that read:
 TO THE SWEET AND LASTING
 MEMORY OF ONE WHO DIED
 THAT OTHERS MIGHT LIVE.
 And of the twins. strange little wayfarers in big and strange world. what of them?
 But 1t has been remarked that Prof. and Mollie Elwell were sympa- thetic and understanding and kind of heart
 Seventeen years and eight months have marched by since that night of tragedy in October of 1898 when the ElweIl home witnessed the passing of one life and the beginning of two more.
 from a period during which America was readjusting its life after @ war with Spain to June of 1916, when America was slowly but inevitably being dragged into the greatest con- hict in the history Of nations.
 The allies of Europe are crying to the United States to get in 1t. For one year they have been after us to avenge the sinking ot the Lusitania. The war spirit is slowly kindling throughout the country: young pa trotism is intlamed: young blood is running hot and angry. wanting to fight, knowing nothing of the tragic specter of death and heartbreak that is to stalk through the land before the world is restored once more to sanity.
 And In Washington a lonely man sits in the White House, his heart torn. still playing his game of | 'watchful waiting" still holding his 1 thumb in the leak in the dyke of passion, trying 10 forestall the 1 cataclysm. :. .
 And the little town of Camden vile once more. It is Hoosier town, flanking the left shore, looking southward, Of . winding river that finds It's crooked way along down through the farming country of In- jana. Walking down the shady side of Main street to just past Fifth, you look across the street through he plae glass window of narrow brick building with sidewalks sixty feet high and reaching back a hundred feet to the alley. The building is top ped its whole length by a peaked skylight roof like that of an artist $ studio. Six-inch gold letters running l you that this is the workshop of E. c. ELWELL & Son-SCENIC AR FISTS AND WALL SIGN PAINT FRS.