Posted by Rana on Sunday, November 03, 2013 at 17:50:43 :
A CALIFORNIA ROMANCE
About four months ago Mrs. Bertha HEYDUCK, a lovely young German lady had the misfortune to loose her husband, to whom she was tenderly attached and to whom she had been married several years. They live in St. Louis. Mr. Heyduck fell from a window , received fatal injuries and died, leaving a fascinating widow in indigent circumstances. Mrs. Heyduck, over come by the loss sustained, sold her effects for enough to pay the expenses of herself and child, five years old, to this city, where her mother, brother and step-father resided, hoping through their influences to procure employment. But, alas, for human hopes. No cordial welcome greeted the grief-stricken widow and her fatherless child. She was given to understand that she must depend exclusively upon her own exertions for a livelihood. Heart-broken, without money or friends, she vainly sought employment without success. Last Saturday evening some difficulty occurred between Mrs. Heyduck and her mother, which so incensed the latter that she angrily turned the penniless widow and child into the street. For a moment the poor woman was completely overcome, but remembering an acquaintance, Mrs. DWYER, No. 417 introduced since her arrival in this city, she sought the hospitable home of the kind lady and with trembling limbs attempted to mount the stairs leading to the home of the Dwyer family. Her strength, however, failed her, and with a cry of despair she sank upon the stairs insensible and, with her child closely clasped to her bosom, fell to the bottom. The noise of her fall aroused the inmates and they crowded into the hall, where they discovered Mrs. Heyduck lying senseless at the foot of the stairs. It was a singular coincidence that just four months to a day previous to evening Mrs. Heyduck met with this accident her husband lost his life. The mother and child were immediately conveyed to an adjoining room, where, after the proper restoratives had been applied the former recovered consciousness – the child having sustained no serious injury. Among the sympathetic persons present was J. W. MARTIN, a friend of the Dwyers, a gentleman not only well known in this city, but also throughout the entire pacific coast. For years he has been in service of various steamship companies of SAN FRANCISCO, and is at present steward of the TAM O’SHANTER, which piles between this port and Seattle. So impressed was he with the beauty of the fair widow and so stirred by the tale of her sufferings and hardship that his sensitive heart was touched, and before the evening closed he laid his hand and fortune at her feet. Mrs. Heyduck accepted the generous offer of the chivalrous steward, and on Monday evening the two were joined in the holy bonds of matrimony by Rev. Mr. WILLIAMS, of the Episcopal church on Folsom street, the bride, in the absence of her relatives, being given away by Mrs. Dwyer. The bride is a brunette, about twenty-three years of age, refined in manner, and is an accomplished musician.
Source: Bluffton Weekly Chronicle, (Indiana) February 6, 1879, Page 4
There were two ships named TAM O'SHANTER The clipper ship TAM O'SHANTER, built in 1875 in Freeport, Maine. This ship was 1603 gross tons, and measured 214' x 42' x 24'. The owner was E. C Soule, of Portland, ME. (This was the second vessel named TAM O'SHANTER owned by the Soule family, the first having been lost in 1854 on a voyage from Calcutta to New York.) The Maritime historical collection contains a bill of lading from 1880 for a shipment of building materials, from New York to San Francisco.
Source: Historic Documents Department. San Francisco Maritime National Historical Park, Building E, Fort Mason
TAM O’SHANTER, barkentine (7-350) $7000.
Source: San Francisco Board of Supervisors Municipal Reports for the Fiscal Year 1896. Shipping: Name and Vessels and Assessments, Page 171
Arrived: (New York) Ship TAM O’ SHANTER, Soule, San Francisco, Sutton & Co.
Source: N. Y. Times, October 9, 1879
Ship TAM O’SHANTER, for San Francisco
Source: N.Y. Times, July 1,1883
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