The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1875-03-02
SCANDAL pEvELoPMENTs.

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SCANDAL DEVELOPMENTS.
A STORY AS TOLD BY HENRY c. BowEN-THE
RELATIONS OF Mr.. BOWEN To THE BEECHER
FAMILY.
The Brooklyn correspondent of the Chi
cago Tribune tells the following relative to
an uncallsd witness in the case: Some in
formation, which have long been in posses
sion of but which / have hitherto sup
pressed, has now become of tTanscendent
importance in this trial. 1t throws much
light upon Bowen's card published to-day.
Some years ago, Bowen told this story:
One day he had left his home to
go to New York, and had just reached
the ferry when the sudden increase of a
malady from which he was suffering made
il necessary for him to return to his bed.
He had not been in his room very long be-
fore be heard some one arrive at his house,
ring the bell, and enter. One OF the men,
bers OF his household was a very pretty
young girl, to whom he was sincerely at
tached. She went down to the psrlOT to
entertain the visitor, and remained there
tor some time. All of a sudden she uttered
3 succession of piercing shrieks. Bowen
was alarmed - bis CONSERVATION
being increased by the sounds of struggle.
could, he found his protege almost in the
violent embrace OF Mr.. Beecher. A lifetime
vanished with the silent flash of a second,
and then, after the first paTalyziug shock OF
surprise, the pastor grOveled az the feet OF
his parishioner, and "humbled himself be-
fore him as be did before his God" This is
BOwen's own solemn description of a scene
= bich Beecber afterwards confsssed-if
Moulton is not perjureT-to Moulton.
It Is only one of the awful disclosures which,
whether it be true or false, escaped from
Bowen's keeping before Tilton doomed up
as an accuser of Henry Ward Bsecher If
the present charges OF Tilton are true, they
are but wasted fires which live In his sdver
sary's ashes. Those licentious flames Bowen
was well able to contemplate in the young
man Beecher, who, twenty-five or thirty
years ago was an inmate of his house, and
afterwards
THE OBJECT OF HIS BOUNTY.
So poor was Bsecher in the early days of
Plymouth that he chopped his own wood,
and once shoveled snow for the trivial com
pensstion which rewarded such labor in
the golden age OF the republic. This was
just after Beecher had been summoned
from Cincinnati TO build up the church and
creed in which Bowen sunk all bis first
earnings. To the Beechers. Bowen has
relation. Their fitful economy depended
upon him to fill up the cbinks. Their
harder had an underground connection with
BOwen's kitchen; and ia Bowen'S grim keep
ing. as in an iron safe, all their scandals
and secrets were lodged. 1t seems to have
been Micsw berish household, after all, that
Beecher menage, with the difference that
this actual wife's adhesion to her spouse was
selfish, bigoted, and tyrannical. He was, in
those days, a rarely gifted young handsome
thing visionary, something too sanguine-
always bubbliDg over with animality-big-
veined, over-blooded, reckless, and as dare
devil as a preacher fright be. She was. after
her marriage, what she was before it-s mar
row minded woman, of violent temper and
bitter speech, incapable of measuring all her
husbands dimensions, and yet for all that
may be, the most competent Judge of bis
qualities. She is still the sort of woman
who drives her husband like a tethered
beast, grooming him with rancorous ieal-
ousy-but
oAUsELEssLY SINGING HIM
into outbursts of rebellion. Another wife
might have saved Beecher from the cloud
which impends over the closing OF his ca
reer. She only intensiies its gloom. Mrs
Bescher's dreadful temper barely escaped
being embalmed in the amber of ecclesiasti-
cal history. Poor Lyman Beecher, after his
bard orthodoXical warfare, died IN
der another roof than his favorite sons.
The venerable sire of them all bad expert
ences of his daughter-in-law like oniy 10
those which Capt. C1ttle cherished of Mrs
MscStinger. There was no page in his heroic
biographies In which might be told the dis
msl scene OF such domestic commissions. A
very Epesus was that perso' age on the
Heights, and truly in tones of anguish might
the bsnished divine cry with Paul his "ethe-
rio machesar Here again Bowen stalked
fiaturninely to the rescue. It was on bed
urofered by one of Bowen's relatives that
Lyman Beecber died.