The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-05-27
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From Our 0rSn Correspondent
NEW YORK, May %, 1870.

such heartlessness. Her name was Isabella
McWilliams; his Bartholomew Flynn. She was
an upper domestic with pretty taste in dress,
and an ambition to attire herself regardless of
expense. He-no one appears to know what he
was beyond the fact that he was plausible and
decetful man, who laid siege to the heart of
Miss Isabella and carried 1t by storm. He swore
that her age was no objection-that in fact her
being twenty years older than him was mere
tri1e, a bagatelle. He told her that they were
formed for one another, and that, marriages
being made in heaven, there was no reason why
they should not consummate one upon earth.
He told her that he loved her, and she poor SOUL
believing him, lent him twenty-five dol
lars out of the Little All she had
managed to save, for she belonged to that in
teresting class of domestics who manage always
to have Little All on hand in a savings bank.
He made her believe that he intended to invest
this sum in furniture wherewith to partially
hide the nakedness of the rooms they would
move into when they should be married. Time
went one and Bartholomew went off. But he
had not been one of those who never told their
love. He had told it so often that Isabella took
it a matter of course, just as he had taken her
twenty-five dollars. The day that was to have
seen them married came, but no marriage took
place. Bartholomew backed out. 1t was in
vain Isabella wept and scolded. The tears made
similar effect upon her cheeks To the insol-
vent lover she looked as though she would flame
up into an undesirable wife. At first he used
gentle negatives. Finding these only irritated
without subduing, he finally told her squarely
that he didn't intend to 'throw himself away
upon an old thing like her." This was the last
drop to a cup that had already commenced to
overflow, and Isabella did what many disap-
pointed Jtancee has done before-she went to
court and gave the history of the affair to the
judge. The heartless Bartholomew meanwhile
stood by, laughing at her woes and scornfuly
refusing to right them. Wherefore he has been
committed to prison in default of $500 bail.
Death In the Pot.
Occasionally two fools will be found silly
enough to pit themselves against each other in
their capacity to eat and drink. Two such, who
paid dearly for their folly, have been discovered
in Williamsburg. They laid q wager concern
ing the number of glasses of lager that each
could drink, and adj journed to a neghboring
tavern for the sake of having the drink out
The tavern-keeper was not particularly con-
scientious, and agreed to supply them with
whatever quantity might be needed. Surrounded
by circle of their personal friends, melted to
unwonted exertions by the noble end that was
to be attained, they drank and drank until
thirty-fve glasses of lager and an equal amount
Kirschwasser was taken to neutralize the intoxi-
eating effect of the beer. When thirsy-fve
glasses had been made away with each party
showed symptoms of distress, the cheeks being
turgidly crimson, and the stomach swollen to a
dropscal degree. On they went, however, and
The beer poured down their throats in aromatic
attracts, its froth mounting like spray. One
the drinkers was doctor; the other
salthy brewer. When the doctor had labori-
usly disposed of fifty glasses, a friend inter-
red and took him away under pretense of see
pg patient, but he was at least as much in
sed of a physician as any of the invalids
whom he was under engagement to meet His
val, the brewer, however, continued at his
post and disposed of five glasses more, making
fifty-fve altogether. Listen to the sequel Both
these men are now dead. The doctor never
left his house alive, from the hour he was taken
thther by his friend under pretense of visiting
q patient. The brewer died last Sunday,
whether of ecstasy at having won the wager
I leave to his enemies to determine. But a
curious discussion is now going on in the
neighborhood where these two buck-beer behe-
moths gave up the ghost. The saloon-keeper
has presented bill for one hundred and five
glasses of beer and ffty-fve of Krschwasser,
and insists that enc of the families of the dead
men shall pay it. Both families refuse to pay,
and each claims the victory for its dead repre-
sentative. Such is life. 1t is comparatively but
short time ago since two equally silly men
entered into q wager as to which could eat the
greatest number of hard-boiled eggs within a
given time, The 'yolk" cannot be said to have
been easy. But in cases like this the fools who
look on are quite as criminal and unwise as the
principals. In the case of one of these lager
beer contestants there Is no doubt but what his
death was the immediate consequence of his
folly. In the case of the other one there may
be shadow of uncertainty, though the circum-
stances of his illness and demise are very sus-
picious.
Mrs stanten Retires.
After all there is some truth in the report that
Mrs. Stanton is to retire from public life. 1t
was hoped that the persuasions of Susan and of
some of her other sisters would induce her to
remain, but she has evidently seen enough of
rampaging on the rostrum. By retirement,
however she does not mean the intention never
to appear in public again. Her idea rather is
to speak and write when the spirit moves her,
and not to be a professional editress and lee
turess, forever on the go. Many of those who
are fond of asserting that no woman in public
life is happy woman at home, or makes q
happy home for her husband, would, if they
could, point to the private life of this lady in
illustration. 1t is because the illustration would
not hold that they do not do 30, for without set
ting foot over a private threshold with which
the public has no business whatever, il is mani
fest that Mrs. Stanton carries her domestic hap
piness in her face, and is a good woman partly
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