Connecticut western news., 1873-06-20
A Romance in Chicago.
The Pretty Heiress Who Married Her
 Fathers COachman.

The Pretty Heiress Who Married Her
 Fathers COachman.
 From before the world was, if cre- dence can be placed in the fables of mythology, charioteers and charioteer- ing have been invested with charms. Modern Jehus are no exception to the rule, as has been demonstrated by one Thomas Lynden, Chicago coachman, who succeeded in captivating the daugh- ter of his employer to such an extent that she became his wife. But soon re- penting of her rash marriage, the young lady, Miss Ella Hancock, declined to accompany her husband to his cottage, but decided to remain beneath the paternal roof.
 The result was that few days since the too ambitious Lynden applied for 8 writ of habeas corpus for the body of his wife, who, he stated, was detained against her will by her father, Col. .Han- cock, and his wife. Since then the room of Judge Gary, who granted the writ, has been besieged by visitors, and the flutter of petticoat in the vicinity was the signal for rush. The trial came up. The court was crowded.
 The ambitious Lyndon was centre of attraction. He, with tender fond ness, fingered near the door which en- closed his spouse, as though in hops of catching a stray accent of the voice which had made him so happy and so miserable. The longer one looks at him the more amazing seems the infatuation that caused 8 young lady of such pros- poets to contract such a mesalliance. Lynden is fat, not fair, and forty-fve, is bald-headed, with low forehead, plentifully wrinkled, overshadowing a rather minute pair of eyes. He was dressed in neat black coat and light pants, while red neck tie was the ''groomiest" article in his toilet. He was, judging from appearances, the most uncoRcerned man in the room.
 John Lyle King, having whispered long and earnestly in the ear of the love-lorn Thomas, arose and said:
 "Your Honor, the relator would like to discover whether any undue restraint has been or is placed upon Mrs. Lynden to keep her from going to the protection of her husband. The relator claims that he has got in his pocket numerous tokens of regard from her in the way of letters which indicate that, were she free of choice, she would live with him and conduct herself toward him as his true and lawful wife.
 The Court-I suppose there is no question raised at to the marriage. If there was marriage, as the Court de- cided there was, then 1t is legal, for if it were illegal, of course it could not be called marriage. That fact alone makes the law in this case clear. The lady, by her marriage with the relator, is free from parental restraint, and is legally under her husbands charge, if she is willing that she should go with him. If she is not willing, that is an other matter. No parents can be allow ed to coerce child into deserting her husband. The lady is free to act as she pleases so far as this court can make her so.
 MT. King-The relator feels that his wife is coerced in the matter. She has repeatedly written to him affectionate letters, setting forth her willingness to live with him if she were not restrained. He feels that her heart doesn't care about his feelings.
 The Court-I cannot enter into the relator's feelings. I must deal with the facts before me. When the lady is brought here I'll tell her that she is free to go where and with whom she pleases. Then she'll go. Laughter
 Mir. King-But, your Honor, this man, Lynden, is entitled to know whether the young lady is kept from acting as she lists whether she is restrained o1 her liberty, either in moral or physical sense. That is the allegation of the petition, and the questions put by the Court ought to be in the spirit of the allegation.
 The Court-If MT. King will frame the question, shall put it. Let the young lady be produced in court.
 This order caused universal hutter Col. Hancock, accompanied by friend retired to an anteroom, and soon through the aisle readily cleared for her ap proach. young lady, blonde as Eugene stately as Juno, and graceful as the Queen of Love, came into the apartment She wore thick white veil, which eff fectually concealed her features, unless when the friendly breeze created by { draft from the open door slightly shift ed the annoying screen-and allowed th' spectators chance of seeing the lowell est blue eyes that ever flashed in tn court of justice. The features of thu beauteous vision were modelled in tn graceful symmetry of American beauty and none who looked upon her could blame Thomas Lynden for his persist
 ency in wishing to call creature s' lovely his. The young lady was attiret in the height of fashion, her raimen setting off to advantage her nobl stature and well.rounded form. Sh was accompanied by Mrs. Hancock, he mother, good looking matron, slightl, } on the silver line of middle age. Mrs
 Lynden and her chaperon took seats ol
 the left hand of the court.
 The cheeks of Thomas Lynden fashe,
 a deeper red ; his stupidly good-natu1 e ed brown eyes winked with more thal ! ordinary industry, and the bead drop I of loving agony broke out more profuse . ly over his semi-bald pate as the wifi g of his fancy, if not of his bosom, az peared before him.
 The dignifed court, however, paid n e more attention to the charming Ell !. than if she were an apple girl. He ben a his stern looks upon huge tome whic e treated profoundly of habeas corpusism V Hum-um-um- m-custody-pal r ents- um husband -restrained-u1 e -" read the Court. ''Yes, MT. King - I'll ask this lady question or two. r f ask her this-but first let me ask, is sh | identified ?"
 e "Wel," pursued Judge Gary, "le I me ask you, Mrs. Lynden, have yo e since the filing of this petition, fou - days, been, or are you now, restricte !. in your liberty, and prevented from gc j. ing where you wish ?'
 n In voice of silvery sweetness, tn e young lady replied, "No, sir." t The countenance of Thomas Lynde a fell an inch or two.
 a The Court-Do you now understand t Mrs. Lynden, that you are before tn if court on a writ of habeas corpus, an e that this court declares you free frol e all restraint, and that you are at ibe1t l. to go where and with whom you please # Mrs. Lynden-Perfectly, sir: