Year: 1864

About a year ago, the anxious, bewll-
dered face OF poor woman, in search of
her lost boy, was familiar or tho railroad
in the northern part OF Ohio. Her name
was Catherine Buck, and lived in the vi.
cinity of Columbus. The following was
the story of her affection, which she told
TO such sympatbizing strangers as were
prompted to address her. She was n
widow with an only child, wayward boy
of about twelve years Of age. In that
boy centered all her hopes and fears
One day she corrected him for some Of
fense, and that day he disappeared from
home.


She made inquiries for him in the
neighborhood as soon as his absence was
discovered but heard nothing Of him.
Conjecturing that he had joined some
company and gone TO the war, she made
visit to the various CAMPS that she cold
hear Of, but although she found many
boys of her sons age, not one of them
gave 10 her that nameless thrill which a
mother feels at the discovery of her miss
ING offspring. Restless and anxious, she
would return home (home no more with
out her boy! poor hearty to again start
out upon the weary and fruitless search.


Her wild and haggard countenance, on
which a settled grief hat traced heavy
lines, became familiar upon the railroads,
and she was allowed to come and 90 rs
she pleased, no conductor troubling her
for ticket or fare. Her story was known,
and her affiiction gave her immuuities
that nothing else could have obtained.-
Al the depot, on the arrival and depar-
ture of trains, she would be seen anxious
" scanning the moving throng, and there
was but one image on her mind-that of
her wayward and idoized boy. Her form
would be seen gliding through the "sol-
diers' train that was bearing away vol
unteers 10 the war, and the coarsest SOL
dier checked his mirth and withheld his
rude Jest when he saw that pale and sor-
rowful face and caught the anxious, un-
settled glance of her eye as she eagerly
scanned the countenances before her.


We once saw the poor woman at de-
pot on the Cleveland and Columbus road.
She had been engaged in her fruitless
search over three months. A compass
sionate bystander was attempting 10
soothe her by telling her that her son
was doubtless taken care of somewhere.
She said she would be happy if she only
knew that he was not suffering from hun
ger, and she could not sleep, for the pic
ture of her boy without shelter was con-
stantly 10 her mind. Her anxiety and
and grief bad made fearful inroads upon
countenance that must have been pre-
possessing once (she was only in middle
life) and :here was a strange glitter in
her eye that betokened approaching in
sanity.


In the following brief paragraph in
recent number of the Cleveland Herald,
we find the sequel TO the sad story OF
Catherine Buck:


"Killed By the Cars.-An insane wo-
man was lately killed by the cars on the
Atlantic and Great Western Railroad,
near West Greenville, Pa. She was sit
ting on the track, and made no effort to
escape until it was to late. The cowcatch-
er struck her, throwing her down an en-
bankment killing her instantly. Her
name was Catherine Buck"


The weary heart is at rest. What n
lesson is the above to wayward, careless
boys, who think running away from home
is such brave achievment. A loving
mother driven TO insanity and death.


A LADY was once declared that she
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