The weekly Oskaloosa herald. [volume] (Oskaloosa, Iowa) 1855-1885, 1872-09-26
A CALIFORNIA HUSBAND MEETS HIS
FAITHLESS WIFE IN AN OMAHA
BACN!O,
aha Dispatch, september 5.

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From the Omaha Dispatch, september5.
An individual, whose reputation
for veracity is unblemished, las CIV
en- US the particulars OF a strange and
sad meeting, in this city between
husband and wife.
In San Francisco several years
ago, Milton McCoi! courted and
married one Helen Rollingstone.
She was of what WAS termed frolic-
some habits, but that she was any
thing but pure, her lover would not
believe. He was counselled by men
well worn in the ways of the world
that he was binding himself to one
that would cause him sorrow and
bring him gray hairs. Blind, love-
like he would not listen. Six mo-
tbs of married life satisfied him of
his mistake.
That he was not first in his wife's
affections soon became evident
After two years of hope that she
would yet repent, the husband be-
came discouraged, and, giving her
one half of his worldly possessions,
babe her go the way that
suited her best.
Shortly after, she openly espoused
her secret lover, and with him came
East, and now the sequel.
McCord, on his return from visit
east, arrived in this city few days
since. Being Of a convivial turn of
mind, he, in company with several
hail fellows well met, started out to
make night OF it. After "taking
in" the Tivoli and other gardens,
visit to the "gilded palaces of sin"
was proposed and determined upon.
In one of the most fashionable of
these places, McCord ordered out
the wine. Touching the wine came
the popping of corks. McCord turn
ed to do convivial courtesy to frail
one, who had just entered. As he
did so, the glass dropped from his
nerveless grasp, and, with bowed
head and trembling limbs, he hasten
ed to the street. As the door closed
behind him the woman swooned to
the floor. 1t was his faithless wife.
While the woman of the house ap-
piled restoratives to the fainting wo-
man McCord's companions silently
stole to their homes.
The next morning the woman
called at McCord's Hotel, and
sought an interview with him. 1t
was at first refused, but he finally
yielded and the separated pair pass
ed an hour in one of the Hotel parlors.
The woman told him that her lover,
for whom she ha1 thrown away life
of happiness, peace and content, for
one of sin, sadness and sorrow, had
squandered her money at the gam
ing table, and at the liquor saloons
and abandoned her-a penniless,
ruined woman. She had sought q
livelihood at first in honest employ
ment, but it seemed that an aveng-
er had followed and carried her
down to the lowest depths of sin.
If her husband would only take
her back, she would be to him true
and loving wife, slave-anything !
that she might blot out and do pen
nance for her sins. But the husband
steeled his heart against her, and
dismissed her, after placing a large
sum of money in her hands.
The black cloud of despair taking
the place of the bright, momentary
glimmer of sunlight that had glad
ened the heart of the poor, bleeding
soul, had its natural effect, and the
woman is now running more rapidly
than before the race that leads to an
unhonored grave, and that awful
mysterious somewhere that lies be-
yond this world of sin and sorrow.