The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1859-02-22
How Mr. Montgomery Made Love to a
Boston Widow.

From No. 10 of articles called sMatrim onial
Brokerage in the Metropolis, in the n Y
Evening Post
After having made our readers acquainted
with so many yirtnous and honest characters,
it is with great reluctance that we introduce
rascal, The truth Of history. however re-
qnires us to say that the individual whose
career will be traced in this chapter, was an
unmitigated scoundrel, who lived by the con-
slant practice Of fraud, and hated nothing SO
much as honesty and justice
This individual figured under SO many
different names that It is question whether
in the multitude of aliases with which he CON
cealed his identity, he did not actually for
get the original, derived from his father. He
must be known to our readers as james
Montgomery, since he assumed the cogno-
men OF that plons poet in the rascally trans
action to be related.
Mr. Montgomery for some time made tia
regular profession to advertise for wife,
and to answer the advertisements Of others.
lie did not, of course, use the same name,
or give the same description of himself in
all his advertisements; but, On the contrary,
when he had made about as much as he
could opt OF one name and description he
would insert another
This led him into awkward straits in some
cases for his correspondence was so exten
sive that he could not recognise the hand
writing OF each correspondent after letters
were cold; and in three or four instances
with old acquaintance whom he had known
under different names, and whom he had SO
cheated that they were ready to pull every
hair from his head--a fact which woman
effectually performed on one Of the occasions
referred to.
The circumstances were these He adver.
tised that a southern gentleman of ample
fortune was spending few months in New
York, and wanted to take bride back to
his home in the sunny South, and invited
any lady Of accomplished manners and good
standing to correspond. In this way he
made the acquaintance of widow, and won
her confidence, under the name Of Truman
Dixon was invited to her house, and finally
succeeded in borrowing three hundred dol
lars, under pretext that his last remittance
from the South had been lost in the mail
after which, of course, he vanished from the
widows sight, Us he supposed, forever. A
year afterwards, however !, he advertised I'M
der the name Of Paine, and, having received
an answer, went to meet lady at a matri
monial office and when he was led into
the parlor to be introduced, found no other
than the identical widow ofwhom he made
the three hundred dollar loan.
You good.for-nothing villain you swim
dler lis it you? said the widow, flashing
FIRE upon him with her eyes, as Roderick
Dhu did upon Fitz James.
Indeed madam coolly replied Montgom-
cry not for moment losing his perfect self
possession, you surprise me. have not the
honor ofknowing you, and excuse tie abus-
i've language you employ, az perceive you
take me for another person,
None Of that, Mr. Paine replied the wild.
ow, pronouncing the word Paine with a
sneer, you called yourself Truman
Dixon year ago, and borrowed $500 from
me, hope your remittance from the South
has arrived, SO that you can pay me the debt
now.
1T is strange, rejoined Montgomery, alias
Dixon, alias Paine, that you shonld be so
mistaken. | am unfortunate indeed, ii, in
my person, bear any resemblance to a man
who could do SO vile thing as to cheat so
fair lady in the paltry sum Of three hum
dred dollars
oh, none Of your fine speeches hero Mr.
Dixon. ] know that smooth lying tongue of
yours too well. You are Truman Dixon
and you know it as well as do
Il am not Truman Dixon, replied the
rogue yehemently, i owe you nothing-will
pay you nothing. You insult gentleman,
knowing he cannot chastise you Were you
a man, you SO persisted in the absurd story,
would break my cafe over your head AZ
you are q woman leave you. Good day.
Saying which, with well-feigned indignation
Mr. Montgomery turned towards the door
You don't get of in this way shouted
the widow, in whom the long-smothered de-
sire Of revenge was famed to y flame. Pay
me what you owe me, you miserable living
I And with these truthful chi.
thets in her mouth, the stalwart widow sez-
ed the retreating Paine by the hair and
hurled him to the door, He was small
man, little accustomed to physical combat,
and stood no chance whatever in the hands
Of the justly indignant widow, who grasped
the fire shovel and bclabored him until he
was grim with SCOT and Precipitation, and
his collar and bosom were besmeared with
blood which streamed profusely from his
nose.