The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1872-09-03
was not Mr.. Byrnc,s wife hurled ii back

S'NieB. INNs iiSbl, tH well. WHICH
ilrv had a murder right opposite my door
they were glad enough TO have me speak.
two POINTED QUESTIONS.
Rsit that's neither here nor there, Mr..
60. II was an outrage on ,ne and my child.
Look here. advancing rapidly to the re-
porter and laying her two hands oU his
shoulder. then Speaking in fierce whtSpcrl
Am insane? That's No. /.
Reporter sincerely hope not.
Miss Heron: Am " That's No. ,.
Reporter: Most certainly not. Nobody
said YOU were either.
Miss Heron: Yes. you did. you didn't
>ay ii, YOU implied il. EReading from the
paper the headline qnoted from CampbeilS
>pccchl "Not Harry Byrne's widow, but
Robert Stotpcl's divorced wife" What do
Won r.ll that!
Reporter: That's quoted.
Miss Heron Well. what do you mean by
say ing that a policeman tried 10 put me out, !,
That's a lie.
Reporter: Oh, no; an officer tried to make
Won keep quirt. and 80 stated.
wANTEp-- REDRESS.
Miss Heron lafler pauScl: want you TO
,!o ne redress in to-morrow's paper You
called me insane. INcry rign,buslyl-~ Now,
| want you to understand that ! won't per-
mil whirl"r-SnappcrS like YOU to traiucc n
Gnhlr creature like me. You must know that
I'm lady. l don't care for the law
Reporter: Well, what shall | say.
Miss Heron: Say! Say THAT woman
has been in our office and vindicated her
honor and her chid's homer, and is no more
cracked than we arc" Say that.
The reporter made II suggestion as to what
WAS best 10 say.
Miss Heron: No, dear, don't want that
| fwipiug her eyes. and for the first time
taking seat LII tell you Just what to say,
and fhcn yuu'n he doing me justice and
Yourself honor Eegin your article this
way.
| sCMuTHING or THE OLD POWER
Here Miss Heron lslnsed. and for ten
minutes sat in deep Thought. She grew
climcr, and her face became more quiet, and
her eutirc dem,anor changed. For the next
| ten minutes she dictated, with magniiitrn,
delivery, what she wanted.l She said:
| "a visit from Matilda Heron convinces us
thai if anything aiS her mind it is too much
brains. II woman has heartfelt, deep feel
| ing. she may or may not reveal it. 1t has cost
her twenty yealS Of her liGr-it cost Harry
Ryrnc his white hairs and Matilda her white
| hairs. TA.icr lnuSc] But when she grand
!
| should not tc rcyilcG. [tnuthcr pause, i'll
which >l,c forgot hcr plrposc.l 1t is | who
an yict,nnzcd. Mr.. Stocrcl has put me in the
! Supreme Court uf New IUrk--Rohrrt Stor-
! rrl -. Matilda Heron-Bvrne-and | have
| lr"n there for five Years: and | was III the
convent after | lett Harry here because my
heart VS. crushed: because | was told by
him. "Iou are not pure wife &c Robert
>.ocnu.'
sTRAyDEp on THE BEACH.
Oh to think of what have suffered: l
have gone through all these years. and it has
killed Harry, It was moi drunkenness that
killed Harry. i war gvicr for Matilda Heron.
| And il wnulh break NY hcart if Ii WAS no;
for my littla UrI"nr. | am Just keeping alive
for i;rr sake. AMI 10 think that ! should
have such \ statement aS hat in the papers
Il goes home to Stocpcl, and the New York
| HcynM anG .Snn will have it: and all my
friends will read il nud shy. "Tilv has gone
ciaxv - 70 call me- crazy when, Oh my
Sod, my wlol" llr has been Il cou>rnlml-
'inu "f %tlt->acriicc for others. not myself
but for Harry Rymc and other friends.
I'rrryi,'Ir *obs
MISS HERON Sur INSANE.
! Ard now. my dear. inst ray some simple.
sweet words. That [ called upon you little
,ch, mently il is trir, hut that nIy excitement
was perfectly natural. ilRisnuch :ls felt that
lny honor had been attacked Very violently.
and with terrific powerj Me insane. Why.
II whole im-balT. Il whole chain gang of you
i!Iri run in together could not make up a.
murh l.l'an> rs there Is in my big toe nail.
Me insane indeed. You may call me IN
s:nc. | Hm insane il YOU call insane Il pure.
ci,;i-tc woman inhcriting ail the honor her
father and mother and dead brothers left
her. His object is 10 perpetlatc the insanity
Of my bastard daughter. | say bastard, be-
'.'Isc if Robert Stocpc| icgitirn!zed me he
will illcyitimize my daughter; and that is
| what | am lighting for, TO keep her name
| pure. They are trying 10 drag her down
| huI she can't 90 down, because she belongs
to ne and nobody that belongs to Matilda
| Heron can 20 down.
SOME SWEET LITTLE WORDS.
| Now. say some sweet little worGS that will
vindica,c me. My dear friends, my brother.
in-law, DR.. Bowie, and Ed. Cahill, are ut.
terlv hcrrihpd at the paper this morning
Now. then. it i due to them that YOU should
say some nice sweet words for me: ! vii
leave il to you--to your heart, your con.
>crucc--to dictate. DO il as you would for
Il cl:.Stc wife. or daughter. or mother, of sis
! Ter. DO for me what you would for them
Reporter: All right. We will do that
but il is hc>t done by printing il,st what you
| say.
Miss Heron: Well. do il then. By.hy
| TplcasantIy.l You must come and sec me.
Reporter: Oh, yes, will. Where are you
stopping:
Miss Heron: No. O'Farrcll street.
orr IN A GOOD HUMuR.
| Now. don't vuu put it in tlaShy style. ii
yoa want tllslly business come to me and
| will give YOU secrets about San Francisco
life and Harry Byrne und Matilda Heron
Ye, indeed. | can do it. Now, don't put
any flash articles in the paper about me, or
will come down here In the morning with
Scventy-tive pistols and wreak vengeance on
Your head. [LauShter.] But the joke of il
is. don't know how TO fix them to make
them 80 off.
Reporter: All right, Miss Heron, we will
fix it.
Miss Heron There's dear. By-by
come and see me.
Reporter: will.
Miss Heron That's right; hy-hy.
And with this the grand relic OF the past
deInrtcd from the scene. Poor Matilda He.
ron!