Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 November 1874 — “ All’s Well That Ends Well.” [ARTICLE]

“ All’s Well That Ends Well.”

Years ago, and yet not so many, for it has been since the war, some disagreement arose between a couple of married folks in one of the old States, and after much pain and suffering and public exposure of family affairs in the courts a decree of divorce was obtained, and they who had stood at the altar of Hymen to be joined in union were parted at the altar of justice, to which they had appealed. Their own way each of them turned and long years have come and gone since then. The husband and father traveled with his burden to the golden shores of California, and there, no doubt, tried hard to forgive and forget. The wife and mother, with their babe, struggled with the skeleton of her deadened life and in time came to Texas. By some fatality her husband came to Texas also. " Last Friday they were both-aboard the train bound from Galveston to this city. The little daughter, while looking curiously over the car at the strange faces, suddenly caught that of her long-gone father. Before her mother could stay her, she rushed to him, crying “Papa, papa!” The greeting of father ardchild was touching and beautiful. All the old emotions, all the smothered love of wife and child came back in an instant. “ Mamma is here,” said the little girl; “ come and go to her.” And site-led her father to the astonished mother, and a poetic predestination was accomplished. They met and talked as of yore, and soon all was well, with them again. Chastened, as by fire, they seemed to know each other better. The sequel is soon told After reaching Houston the services oi the Rev. Mr. Hackett were called for, a license obtained, find the marriage vows reassumed with a far better understanding of their nature and sanctity. And thus it is that “ all’s well that ends well.” —Houston (Tex.) 'Telegraph. —The telegraph is being introduced in Turner’s Falls, Mass. The other day hardly five minutes had elapsed after the erection of one of the posts before some enterprising genius posted a bill thereon, and soon two street Arabs were attracted to the spot, when the following dialogue ensued: “I say, Mickey, what an invintion the telegraph is.” “ Yis, an’here’s a dispatch broken out on the post.”