Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1873-03-06
Married with Difficulty.
DESERTED AND ROBBED wIrH EASE.

Married with Difficulty.
DESERTED AND ROBBED WITH EASE.
That the course of true love does not
always run smooth is, we believe, an
accepted axiom by all disgruntled lovers.
1t does not necessarily follow, however,
| that matrimony is a sure panacea for its
trials and discouragements, or that it
will cleanse and smooth the muddy and
disturbed pillows in the stream of love.
Often, far too often, the despairing low
ers, in endeavoring to escape the pillows
and, perhaps, angry waves thrown in
their pathway by angry ''parients, find
| themselves when embarked and af1oat
on the broad sea of matrimony, tossed
about by still angrier waves and, at last,
wrecked by unforeseen shoals on an I'M
inviting shore. Neither is it, by any
means, true, that all courtships beset by
difficulties, accompanied by stolen and
forbidden interviews, by moonlight. in
| terdicted by parents, frowned at by
brothers and detested by sisters is ''true
love" 1t sometimes happens that in
exchanging the sheltering roof of Oppos-
ing parents for the protecting arms of
the lover and husband, the fair damsel
but leaps from the frying-pan into the
fire. Such, alas, is often the result, and
we have now to record an instance. But
three weeks ago, there lived in the ven
cradle town of Quincy, in the State of
| Massachusetts, a town historic in the
annals of America as the home of two
of her Presidents and a host of the pat
riots of the revolution, a bright and
blooming damsel of uncertain age whose
name we cannot recall, but this is of no
| consequence. She may, from her I'M
certain age-some were uncharitable
enough to call her an old maid-have
been the more willing to accept of any
| opportunity and been ready to launch
her frail bark on the sea of matrimOny
with anyone for pilot, so long as she
only had the opportunity of embarling
and did actually set sail This damsel
had a lover, and his name, it was Oliver
! Gardner, a man, apparently, of about
her own age and station in society. but
not remarkably prepossessing in appear
ance. They met, they saw, they loved.
at least one of them, md, perhaps, both,
did. The courtship was brief and
troubled. 1t was the old, old story, of
love on the one side and dire opposition
on the part of the family. They met by
stealth, they met by moonlight, they
met anywhere and everywhere they
could. We cannot attempt to depict
the various trials and tribulations through
which they were compelled to undergo
in their veil of tears. They finally
pledged their faith, each to the other,
and resolved to marry, with the consent
of her parents if possible. without the
consent if necessary, but marry they
must, would and should The immedi-
ate ancestors, however, were stern and
unrelenting, while the remaining mem
hcrs of the family were scornful and
wrathful. But the girl could be as stern,
determined and unyielding as they, and
so. some two weeks ago, the became
Mrs. Oliver Gardner; No cards. She
being married and Oliver being, ips0 .t1ctO
a son-in-law of her father, all hands
seem to have endeavored to make the
best Of it. For time they lived togeth
er in comparative peace and harmony
but divers wrongs ranked in his guile
less breast He had suffered too much
and the treatment of his wife had been
so shameful by her family that, he, her
husband, wouldn't live there any longer,
neither should she suffer any more of
their contumely and reproach. No, they
would travel far away, where he was
known and appreciated and there, among
tried and true friends, where work was
plenty and wages good, they would live
and enjoy love in a cottage Friday
morning, she packed her little trunk,
and Oliver put his clothes therein, and
having put three hundred and fifty dol
lars, her little all, in her little purse, in
case of a little emergency, they left the
parental mansion at Quincy and jour
neyed The register of the Bates House.
Rutland, after the arrival of the night
trains Friday night, shows the names
of oliver Gardner and Wife, Quincy,
Mass Bright and early, Saturday
morning, Oliver is up, stirring and
around He has almost reached the
goal, he tells his wife. West Rutland
is only four miles distant, and there will
be found a home, friends, work and
good wages He will leave her at the
hotel, while he goes and seeks his friends,
prepares a home, and, at night, they
will be all settled. He goes. She stays.
Night comes, but no Oliver. Sunday
comes and passes, and Oliver has not
yet put in an appearance. What does
it mean? The proprietors of the house
are summoned, an investigation follows,
her story is found to be true. Oliver
Gardner has deserted his wife, taking
with him, her three hundred and fifty
dollars in money, as well as her trunk
anu I'll ueI CIotIiSo' II 10 aloo ''oOoA ValhOu
that, instead of going to West Rutland,
he had the trunk checked to Albany, and
no one knows where he is now. The
proprietors of the Bates House, with
their well known and accustomed gen.
erosity and kindness of heart, yesterday,
furnished the disconsolate wife and
worse than widow with money and al
ticket and started her on the way to her
fathers family in Quincy, where she,
undoubtedly, has already arrived.
REUNION OF THE MIDDLEBURY Col
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