Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1875-01-15
A Shattered Life.
a CHRISTMAS DAY DEATH scESE-TuE STORY
OF WOMAN RURIRD IN GREENWOOD.
From the New York Times

From the New York Times.
| She turned her face to the wall and sim
simply said, 90 want to die - and as she
spoke those words her life came to an end.
50 that while the glad chimes were gayly
| ringing in remembrance of the Redeemer of
us all, a poor, lost woman, young in years
but old in afiiiction, found happiness in
death. Yesterday she was buried. Some
years ago young French artist, man Of
the people, who has since grown famous,
painted tao companion pictures which made
fashionable Paris weep. They were called
'' to-day and "tc-morrow In the first a
young and beautiful girl is pictured attired
III regal robes with diamonds in her hair,
Bacchante-like, with foaming beaker OF
wine in her hand. In the other the same
girl, wasted and wan from suffering and sor-
row, habited in rags, lies an wretched
pallet Of straw, dying from consumption.
The story is an old one, often repeated
Such was the death of Marie Duplessis,
whom Alexander Dumas lis made saint,
and such in the present case was the end Of
Therese Theraud. One died in Paris, the
other in New York, and that is the only DIFF
ference. OF the many who during the DAYS
of her beauty and prosperity basked in the
did her the poor remembrance of casting
flower into her open grave. And when the
hearse and single carriage following it pass
ed on their weary way u Greenwood, the
people who wondered al the measre funeral
display little dreamed that the plain coffin
contained all that was mortal of n woman
famed for her beauty, wit, and sins-a wo-
man whose witching voice had brought Il
prince an ahlect begger at her feet, and
whose charms had driven an actor to self
destruction. Her real name no one knew,
and her most intimate friends never discoy-
cred the story Of her early childhood. Her
career from the moment when as Therese
Therand she captivated young Paris until
her death on Friday in this city, under the
name Of Cora Stanley, is public property.
On one occasion alone she did nearly betray
her incosnito. One OF her friends-one Of
her true friends who remained with her at
her last-on paying her visit, heard her
sing little chGHSOH known wherever the
French tongue Is spoken, " Je l'aime Je
Tame U Bretagne." He was astOnisheI
At the exquisite way in which She sang it,
and said. Why ThereSe, You must be i
Breton" Her ewes 1iled with tears, and
She instantly lett the salon When he
sought her hc found that she was crying BIT |
terly. and She said. q" Dear friend, never
speak To me in that way again, YOU make !
me 80 sad. She was compelled to leave |
Paris, and decided to make her home in this !
continent Before her departure she gave
to her friends and COMPANIONS in Paris a
grand farewell banquet, at which she bade |
them farewell. She left France with S60,- |
600 francs. or $l60, coo. The next heard Of |
her was at Havana where she lived in magnil |
icent style. Daring her residence in Havana |
young and handsome actor named Gomez /
formed her friendship, aud tell deeply IN /
love with her. She loved him with a. much I
sincerity. One night, after the performance /
in the Iacon theatre, where he was play |
irs, Gomez went with Therese 10 her |
residence, and proposed 10 marry her. Sac I
al first laughed at him, but seeing that he |
meant what he said. she reasoned with him /
and said that if be married, his prospects in
life would be ruined, and she loved him too
dearly u Do that. The infatuated Young
man went 10 his hoteland blew out his brains. |
lie left note addressed to Therese saying /
that he found life uncomfortable without her, |
and he would not forget her, even in death. |
When the news of his suicide was broken to |
her She was seized with brain fever, and for /
some weeks was at the door of death. .
She recovered 10 find herself almost begger.
During her illness her maid had stolen all
her iewely and fled TO the mountains with
another servant. She then sold her house
in Havana, came to this city, and assumed |
the name Of Cora Stanley. For time her
career in this city equalled her Partisan life.
She DISPENSED charity with no niggard hand.
and the poor and The starving never went
away hungry from her door. To the chari-
table societies she gave largely, and TO the
shame Of the officers Of one be it said that
when She needed aid at their hands she found
it not Vt last her star began TO set. Con-
sumption seized upon her. The most emf
ncnt physicians in the city were summoned,
but could not avert her final death. For
three years she fingered on. Two years ago
she found her wealth gone, and was COM
PEELED to take room in an obscure French
hotel. No one came to see her except two
friends who had heard of her sickness. She
felt her death drawing near, but never COM
planned. When her friends told her, day
by day, that she was looking better, She
would smile and say, d" You are fatterers,
like the doctor" Finally the end came and
she died. She was not surrounded by the
gorgeous appanage which in former years
formed part of her life She died in decent
poverty. The room were carpeted, 1t Is
true. and there were three chairs. table,
bureau and a bed there. But there were no
iullid clbinets, no satin curtains, no damask
drlpery, 10 paintings by famed artists hang
ing on the wall.