DEATH OF AN AUTHOR'S WIFE.
Mrs. Alta Trueblood Woodward Died
Yesterday at Family Home.
Alta Trueblood Woodward died yeserday morning at her home, 3215 Vine street Burial will be in Mount Washington cemetery at 3 o'clock this afternoon.
Mrs. Woodward was a very attractive woman, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Trueblood of Argentine, Kas., and married Robert Pritchard Woodward on July 17 last. The homeymoon was a trip to Europe. Yesterday, three weeks after the birth of their first child, the young wife died, leaving her soldier, author, journalist, globe-trotter and financier husband to face the world alone and broken hearted, without the prize which his impassioned verses, "A prayer to Alta," swore was the one object of his existence.
Mr. Woodward is a man with an adventurous career. The son of Judge B. W. Woodward of Brooklyn, N. Y., he was brought up in that city and went to West Point, being a member of the class of 1887. He did not enter the army, however, that prospect being too uninteresting in a time of peace. He was six years on the staff of the Brooklyn Eagle but abandoned newspaper work to become an author. To get material for a book he walked from New York to San Francisco, a burro for his only companion.
