Rensselaer Union, Volume 2, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 August 1870 — A Wanderer Meets His Wife at the Grate of Her Second Husband. [ARTICLE]

A Wanderer Meets His Wife at the Grate of Her Second Husband.

Bon fifteen yewrs ago there lived In the northern port of Portage township a young married oonple by the name of William and Anna Clarklmon. They owned a little farm, and made enough to keep them comfortably In the world, and were apparently happy. William was handaonie and weD-educated, having graduated whir honor at an Beetern university. He did not like the honest but humble occupation of farming. Wealth accumulated too slowly by following the plow; he wanted to tnake money by the thousand* of dollars. Bo the farm was sold. Mrs. Clarklnson went to live with her parents, and William started for the rssre million dollars in a couple of years. For a few months-Mrs. Clarklnson occaaUnuOly heard from hot husband, either directly or through some of the neighbors wno had friends with the same train with which her husband was going. Then there was a long interval, during which ao word came. After a time there were rumors that the train had been attacked by Indians, and every one killed. This was at last too truthftillv verified by one poor feHoW, who was found by another party a few days after with Just Hie enough left to tell how the train had been attacked one dark sight, and before.apy ootild itcovrt' from no Surprise, all <s»re killed tod Scalped, and the IhaismT rode triumphantly away with their booty. For three years Mrs. Ciarkinson mournedfqrAerdeacOwhbaßd. After the lapse of that time she married again, and moved to Wood county. For nearly twelve yeaf»4ie was as happy at a ktid and affectionate husband and two beautiful children could make a woman. At the endxJ.that time (which, carries us up ,-to t3»fl "ISf Inst!) Affliction again casts Its mantle over her. Death claimed her husband, and again she was a sorrowing, weeping widok. f ' 7 '• She follows weeping to the grave—she hears the sad t solemn words: ‘ Dust to dust and ashes to ashes”—the earth falls with a dull, dreary ttyid upon the coffin, as the sexton slowly Covers Up all that remains of him whose spirit has gone before to the other world. The widow raises thd black veil and looks around. As she does so she meets a pair of eyes fixed intently upon her. Hhe starts—memory rushes back fifteen years and brings up the picture of her first husband. There can be no mistake—’tis he! The recognition is mutual. There is a scene—the widow and wife faint the bronzed stranger explains” his relation to the woman, and all repair to the home of her who ten minutes ago was a widow, but now is again a wife. Then Mr. William Ciarkinson tells how he was not killed by the Indians at the time of that sudden onslaught on the plains, but was taken prisoner by the Blackfeet and carried far away among their mountain fastnesses, and during all those long years had been forced to slave for his cruel cantors, .He had finally escaped, and during his flight through mountain, gulches he discovered a rich gold deposit. How he had •written back to his ola friends, but could get no answer. He then went back and worked the gold mine which he had discovered. He grew rich, and longed to again visit the home of his youth and happiness. He had got off the cars at Pittsburgh and,taken the stage to Bowling Green—had hired a buggy there and was driving to his old home when he overtook the funeral—a stfange impulse induced him to follow—the widow’s person seemed strangely familiar, and when she .drew aside her veil he recognized her as the wife he had bidden adieu to fifteen years before, sad whom he had thought to be dead. They are now living happily together.— FiruUay , 0., Courier.