The weekly Butte record., 1862-01-11
A Sad Tale.


furnish us The following melancholy story.
taken from the Morning Call of Saturday last,
must fall heavily upon any heart not hardened
by intercourse with an uugenerous world:
"a reporter is expected to hear everything
All matters of interest, whethsr they tranSpire
high up among the delicate daintinesses Of the
Upper Ten or far down in the dark trenches
of poverty and vice, float naturally to his ears.
and glide from his pen point into print-to the
satisfaction, perhaps, OF the thousands of read
ers who wait upon his labors, The episode we
have TO do with jus; now is one which comes
from the dark side of human nature, and as the
relation may prove Of interest in showing how
heartless villain man can become, and how
an unsuspecting woman can be waonged TO
death, We submit the facts as they reached US
yesterday: The st. Louis, p NJ. S, brought
a good many passengers to this city some two
months ago and among them man and his
young and pretty wife. They came, originally,
from Concord, \. II. aud he is machnist by
trade. We won't give the names. On the
trip hiiher, the young wife was exceedingly i'll
most of the time, and whether the labor of at
tending the invalid In the agonies of sea sick
ness weakened the husbands ardent attach
ment, or that he was fickle-minded by nature,
We cannot tell We only know that he neglect
ed his suffering lawful wife and cast unhallowed
eyes upon another woman whom he persuaded
to take her place in his deceitful heart. On
arriving here, the husband Immediately left the
steamer in company with his second love, and
his wife was allowed to remain companionless,
friendless, moneyless, to be jostled by the in
discriminate crowd which throngs the pier and
the decks of the steamer on the day of its arri
val. She was I" stranger in strange land"
She could hardly realize the distressfu nature
of her position but she knew that be who had
sworn to protect, had abandoned her, and that
she required care and shelter. So she laid her
hand timidly on the arm of hackman, whom
she thought might be an honest man, and said
in voice broken with tears: Take me, if
you please, TO quiet hotel" He demurred
little, seeing, perhaps no prospect of fare ;
but finally consented TO do as she wished. She
entered his carriage, and be conveyed her to
house of prostitution situated on Pike street,
between Clay and Washington, kept by a
colored woman, in this city. She was a stran-
ger it will be recollected, and he told her it
was a hotel Z" all right" She trusted him
and stepped into the house, OF the agony of
mind and the stormy grief she showed when
the knowledge came to her that she had been
doubly betrayed of the stupor of exhausted
nature of the refusal of food in hope of wea-
kening life away we will not speak. Death,
we are happy to add, was pitilul where man
was adamant her sad heart burst with its
surcharge of grief, and today she will be laid
where the wicked cease from troubling and
the weary are at rest" The scoundrel to whom
the poor wOman's sufferings and sad end are
attributable, went, we understand, to Oregon
with his paramour. We send him this para
History OF THE ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH IN
BRIEF.-The first scientific suggestion for the
construction of the present electric telegraph
was made by Ampere, in 1920, and he applied
the subtle galvanic coil, the principle upon
which the electromagnetic telegraph is based
In 1887, Professor Morse publicly described
his telegraph, which was invented in 1882, but
Cook and Wheatstone, of England, first ap
piled the electric telegraph to public business
in 1888. In 1874, the first public telegraph
line in America was erected between Wash
ington and Baltimore, and since then we may
truly assert that the whole world has been
electrified by the invention. 1t is but seventeen
years since the first line Of Il miles was erect
ed and now there are no less than $4,000 miles
Of line IN operation in America. What an as
founding development of the agencies for rapid
communication = Scientific American.
An INCIDENT on THE kEERs. "A young
lady from the rural districts of Hooserdom
lately visited Chicago with her beau. Getting
into city railroad car for the first time, she
took seat, while her lover planted himself on
the platform with the driver. Pretty soon the
conductor began to collect fare, and approach
ing the rustic maiden he said " Your fare,
miss ~
The Hooser rosebud allowed a delicate pink
TO manifest itself on her cheeks, and looked
down in soft confusion. The conductor was
rather astonished at this, but ventured to re-
mark once more:
our fare, miss"
This time the pink deepened to carnation, as
the rustic beauty replied
Wall, if l am good lookin', you hadn't