Wilmington journal., 1875-08-13
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Two Broken Hearts Suicide I'm a
Garret-A Nuns Gray G:arb.

sTONE.o
two Broken Hearts In a
Garret-A NUNS Gray s.arb.
An Old Point correspondent of the
Alexandria Gazette relates the follow
ing sad and romantic story of real life:
Among the guests is lady who has
the saddest, most pathetic face | ever
saw. and the most
HAUNTING PAIR OF EYES
that ever dwelt in ones memory. Mad
anne DeStael, it was, think, who said
that every ones life had in it elements
to construct a first class romance. This
lady, of whom I write, has one that is
worthy of "Bourcicault" to conceive,
and "Daly" to bring out. l will tell
it
TO YOU AS 1T WAS TOLD TO ME:
Not many years ago this lady was
the reigning belle in a certain city
north of the Potomac; tall, stately and
beautiful. she was truly
QUEEN OF SOCIETY,
and standing toast at the clubs; many
fortunes we're laid at her feet, but the
right one not coming along, she kept a
~dsCc OhShce VI pEOpOsdlS, mhIhcO
"declined with thanks" but Miss Mary,
for that is her name. met her fate at
last, and exchanged ivory types with
ing .'mother-in-law'' could wish, and
even Mrs. Grundy, of modern society,
approved of the choice, and it was
really
LOVE MATCH,
E. 10,
paradise. The time when Hymen's
torch was to burn for them was fixed,
aud the hours soon could exclaim,
Fair HOpo ita, our nuptlal hour
Draws apacs'
b z blow out, in honor of the engage
ment, and this party was the Illiad OF
all Miss Mary's and Mr.. Johns woes.
The latter was splendid fellow; lit
tie wild, hot-tempered and impulsive,
1t may be, but all the men "swore 10y
him."
The party was q great affair, every
body of any account was there, and
until supper nothing disturbed any.
! body's serenity. just aIo!it that time,
in the morning, when couples get tired
of dancing, and wander away together
to gaze idiotically at the moon, and
hold each others hands, Miss Mary.
tired of playing the hostess, sauntered
irto the green house to get little
fresh air, and there, like Linden, she
beheld another sight; she beheld her
fiance strol.ing in the conservatory
with q pretty little piece Of femir unity
hanging on his arm, who had once
been violent flame of Johns; she
saw them talk, and she saw-oh, faith
oh, womankind!-her lovely head sink
on his shoulder, and the lips meet
Then our heroine went back into the
bal room. with smiles on her lips, but
hell in her heart, and waited; at last
he came in, and che taking his arm
led him into a private room; the result
is easy to imagine; she, stung to the
heart, imperiOus and mad with anger
he, impulsive, with his blood inhamed
with deep potations of champagne, anC
amazed too that she should be angry
at him for merely telling an old sweet
heart good bye, met her demand-tha
h. should never darken her doors agalI
by reply equally rs naughty, anc
with a cure, swung himself away, apc
the Iced was done. He commenced
to 90 down hill, and every one nearly
as it is the way of the world, helped
him with a kick, and soon he became
a poor drunken vagabond, and finall,
/ wound up in a Western city, and NO
long ago was found hanging by th'
neck to rafter, dead. and by his owl
hand. On his body was found let
ter directed 20 her. and written jus
before lie committed the fatal deed
and when the old intellect asserted it
sway, and the old love filled his heart
and they say it was the sweetest, tru
est letter ever penned, and it
BROKE HER HEART,
and she moves now, amid the ga,
throngs, like one whose hopes ar
gone.
The mind has thonsand eyos,
The heart but one;
Yet the lishc OF a whole life dies.
when love is done.
In a short time she will don tn
sombre garb of "Sister,' and pas
her days within the four walls of
Nunnery. The moral of this, "ou
trne tale" is, that there is no man o
earth wholly true.