The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1877-10-11
Tragic Ending OF a Bridal Tour.

Fin. A. Scoop, twenty-five years of age
had been married scarcely four months.
Tho history of this courtship and mar
riage seems like novelist's tale. Mr..
Scoop is book keeper for his father, who is
proprietor Of one of the largest hotels in
Chatam. His parents are in very good
circumstances, and expected their son
when he married to make good match,
as he seemed to be talented young man
and handsome. However, he fell in love
with Eleanor Powell, a beautiful and &C
complished young English girl, eighteen
years old, who came lately with her pa
rents to this country. The two families
seem to have been on intimate terms, as
Miss Powell's brother married sister of
MIR: Scoop. But Miss Powell's parents
both died, leaving the family in compar-
alive poverty. Mr.. Scoops parents then
became bitterly opposed to his marriage
with Miss Powell, and she went to Dres-
den to live with relatives there. Mr..
Scoop continued to work, seemingly con
tented, in his fathers hotel. On the Both
Of May last MIR. Scoop came from Chatam
and Miss Powell from Dresden to De-
troit, and they were secretly married,
with only two friends; a lady and gen
tleman, as witnesses. The first intima-
ton the parents had was the following
tragic telegram, sent yesterday:
Nellie is my wife; she is dead. Please make
arrangements to meet us to night at the de-
pot.
Mr.. Scoop visited his wife several times
at Dresden, and, as he is in the habit an
nually of taking summer cruise on the
st. Clair Flats, he asked his bride to
come with him this year, and said it
would be their wedding tour. He built
new yacht, his young wife came from
Dresden, and on Sunday husband and
wife reached the Clinton River. Mr..
Scoop said they seemed to have almost too
much happiness. On Friday morning,
on their journey to the flats, MIR. Scoop
was teaching his wife how to manage the
boat. She sat at the belm and steered
the yacht, while he reefed the mainsail
and let out the jib, as the wind was blow
ing rather fresh. As he stood up, he saw
steam barge coming directly toward
them from the Clinton River. Just then
his wife said, 90 Fin, Pm afraid we'll
run into that black log" meaning the
buoy, which was near them. He told
her what the black log was, directing
her how to steer to avoid it. Looking
up, he saw the barge almost directly on
them. He called his wife to his side,
| and, clasping her hand, both awaited the
moment of collision. One man stood at
the bow of the barge horror stricken, and
did nothing but wave his hands. Just
as the barge struck the yacht Mr.. Scoop
cried out: "Port your helm! Don't
you see you'll lun us down?" The next
instant the steamer crashed into the help
less boat. Mr.. Scoop and his wife sprang
into the water just as the barge struck,
and were whirled around and around by
the eddies. He, being an expert swim
mer, kept his wife up and shouted for
help, but the imbecilcs on the barge
looked at him as if they did not know
what to do. "It was an awful moment"
said Mr.. Scoop. IL think I see vet the
terror stricken face of that old man who
was looking down at us-but he never
moved to help u.s." Mr.. Scoop encour-
aged his wife, and told her not to speak,
as she might get water in her mouth.
She, like brave little woman, caught
hold of him lightly by the coat, leaving
his arms free so as not to impede his
swimming. 81 often told her." said Mr..
Scoop, I" That if we were ever thrown in
the water not to clasp me or we would
both drown together; and she never said
a word, but did exactly as 1 had hidden
her, and when looked at her she smiled
to show me she was not afraid" At last
they got among the weeds, which en-
tangled Mrs. Scoops dress, so that no
progress could be made toward the buoy.
Mr.. Scoop then instructed his wife to
work hands and feet to keep herself
afoat, while he would swim to the buoy
and cut it loose and push it to her. Sne
managed to keep af1oat until he came to
the buoy, and then wave overwhelmed
her and she threw up her hands and
sank. The barge meanwhile had round
ed to, and two men approached in u
small boat and picked up the drowning
man. The husband, frantic with grief,
upbraided the bargemen for hot throw
ing something overheard to cling to.
He was taken to the Star Island House
and thence to Detroit on the Marine
City. The body of Mrs. Scoop was found
Saturday morning by party of four
from Mt. Clemens. She was about
twenty feet from where she sunk, and
her hands we're full of weeds, showing
that she had grasped them IN sinking,
which prevented her from rising again.
Detroit Free Press.
few lavs 400 q prisoner with faoo