Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1867-02-09
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Ono Of the Gay Deceiyers n Keltackian
-Extrnordinary Solution Of q Matrime-

Soiuton OF
Trom the Nashville Banner. Jan. ISL
Our Edgefeld neighbors have recently
been favored with a sensation not less
racy than startling, in the shape OF
nothing less than a double elopement.
The circumstances are as follows:
For some two or three months past a
family named Riddle, from East Ten
nessee, have been living at Hicks old
%brickyard, in Lower Edgefeld. The
family consisted of Mr.. Riddle, his wife,
q little son Of Mrs. R. by a former mar
riage, and q young lady whose name we
were not able to ascertain. Here comes
in the inevitable young gentleman. His
name was Harris, and his visits were
frequent. Having established a close
intimacy with the Riddles, he intro
duced into their Eden a "sarpint +"
named John Lambert. John was sixty
FIVE, and, as the denouement proved,
seductive.
Last Sunday week Harris and Lam
bert went to Riddles house in company.
Their errand was q sinister one. They
went to tear Mrs. R. from the embrace
of her unsuspecting husband; and 50
tho latter was informed by Lambert.
Riddle snickered at the idea-'twas a
good Joke. But when he noticed the
firm compression of Lambert's lip and
the ominous glitter of Harris ~eye-when
Lambert growled out from between his
teeth, in the most approved melo-dra-
matte style, that they had come for Mrs.
Riddle, and were going to have her, and
that if he made any resistance they
would "decapitate" him in the shake Of
a sleeps tail-Riddle realized the in
tensity of the crisis, and sprang to the
bed for his pistol. The charges had
been drawn. There was a " traitor in
the camp" Riddle vas betrayed. At
this juncture, Harris, who vas heavy oil
the muscle, seized and tied him fast.
Forth came the recreant wife and undid
him with four brief words: . : 1t is too
true" With imperturbable calmness,
and a grim sort Of smile, as if she were
paying off old scores, she proceeded to
revelations, which filed the soul of
Riddle with any amount Of uncomfort-
able emotion.
In the first place, arrangements for
the elopement had been systematically
concluded. She was "bound" to 60
with Lambert, and the young lady name
unknown) was bound to 60 with Harris.
The afliction was certainly a "hard
one" for the old man, but she consid-
erately hoped he would grin and bear
it. Lambert had giveu her something
| to make her love him-some sweet,
oblivious antidote-and that was the
long and short of it. She had in fact
been a perfect stranger to love until she
met Lambert, and it would be very I'M
generous of Riddle to stand in the way
| Of her happiness. The least he could
| do for all concerned was to let her de-
part in peace.
Strange to say, this singular plea
"set Riddle" as our informant states,
"to thinking" Such an aggregation
of domestic calamity at such short no.
tice paralyzed as it were his powers Of
| action. So he took a seat, utterly sub
| dued, and while he was cropping in his
mind for relief from this great sorrow
of his life, morning came, and with it
the express wagon which was to bear
away Mrs. R. and her luggage. Riddle
aroused himself; he made q last appeal
to his levanting better half, without
avail. Lambert's love potion was still
in "successful operation" Seating
herself on an ancient cedar chest-the
| gift of her first husband-she waved
adieu with q yellow bandanna pocket
handkerchief until lost to the tear-dim-
med vision of her deserted spouse.
At last accounts Mrs. Riddle, Lam
bert, Harris and the "young LADY, had
embarked for Cairo, en- route, as is sup
posed, for Missouri, where a brother Of
Mrs. r. resides.
Lambert is between sixty and sixty
five years of age, and formerly lived
near Elizabethtown, Kentucky, but for
the last three or four years has been in
the employ of Mr.. Kramer, in Edgefeld.
He left behind him q wife, who is old
and afflicted, besides several children
and, we are informed, grandchildren.
That husbands are false and that womsn are
frail,
Or that men with each others wives med
die,
Is a truth we'll .dmit-.housh the wife in
this tale
IL an incomprshensible Riddle.