A TOUCHISG STORY
The «n£ of » rominoe oame suddenly this week (writes the New York correspondent of a contemporary) whose' opening I watched with Interest twenty-five years ago. It was m the spring of 1863 whan s well-to-do friend of mine rained Into my house, his faoe all beam'ns? with •miles, and informed me that a boy baby bad been left the night before upon his doorstep. The gentleman had no ohlldren of his own, so he recommended bis wife to adopt it, which she did. Years rolled on and the child grew apaoe, handsome, bright, Intelligent, affeotionate, and all, that a son should be to his parents. The georet of his birth hid been oareftrHy concealed from* him, and he had to wound himself around his adopted mother's heart that she felt as much affection for him as if he had been her own flesh &nd blood. The family removed to San Franolsco, and the adopted father of the boy died. The bond between another and son was thereafter even closer than it was before; he, perfectly «atU£ed In hla mother's love, and sho, leaning upon the son as the etaff of her old ag«. Baslness being rather dull In California »t the time, and the mother In her sorrow and lonliness longing for the scenes of her early home, she sent on her ■on In advance to see what chance there was for establishing himself In New York. On bis arrival m the olty be called on an old friend of his mother's for coanral and advice, and thereafter made hi* friend's office, which was on Broadway, bis headquarters while looking about the olty. One day » lady, veiled and apparently excited, entered the office and Inquired for the young man, bat he was sot In. She called again twice with a like result. At last an appointment was made and she requested an interview In private. She then informed him that she was his real mother, and that the man whom he called father was his fatherIn^ It was upon his request he was left upon hit doorstep, and feeling that the safety of her chllcfcwas assured, she bid her shame »b bestsbe oould, and after year* she nswrrled a weslthy farmer on Long Island ac£ was thon the mother of five children* Aftef breaking this terrible Intelligence to htm, the wanted to embrace him, but he cast her from him and rushed from the room as she fell fainting on the flior. She soon departed to- retarn no more, and the young man whose life had been blasted, wandered about like a maniac. Ha returned to San Iranoieoo, but his mother was no longer his mother ; the old love was dead m his heart. The strain was too muoh for her, and three weeks after they laid her to seat on the bleak aide of Love Mountain. Last week the fatal drama closed m the upper room of one of the cheap hotels. Yoortg G— «— was discovered dead ; a 32---calibre pistol told the story of his taking off— and so the oattaln fall* on another £*•* York tragedy,
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A TOUCHISG STORY, Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2103, 9 April 1889
A TOUCHISG STORY Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 2103, 9 April 1889
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