Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1878-11-14

married. She lived quiet life Tor some
months, but bad temper brought ruin to
another household, and poor Pollard fled to
New York to escape the torment She fol-
lowed him in rage, swearing death and des-
traction. He hid away in some quiet nook,
and, not being able to ind him, she went to
young druggist in the city, who, she had
reason to believe, knew where the fugitive
was.
"Where is that dog, Pollard ?" said she.
II do not know" said the druggist.
"You do," said she.
II do not" said be.
II will make you tell" said she
And at that she drew out revolver and
shot him in the thigh. The wound was not
fatal one, and she was never punished. This
was after the war. Pollard went back to
Richmond and died, as much of broken
heart as anything else.
About 1869 Mrs. Pollard made her appear
ance in Washington. There she became
acquainted with rich but frail bachelor by
the name of Lyon, and obtained from him a
long lease of the St. Cloud Hotel, just then
completed The hotel was handsomely fur
nished, and everything connected with it was
pense, so completely was he enthralled. The
day the hotel was opened Mrs. Pollard gave
special invitation to the press. 1t hardly
seems necessary to say that all of them went.
Mrs. Pollard was in semi.military costume,
covered with big brass buttons, and, with
Aer dashing ways and generous hospitality,
she won the favor of her guests and got a
splendid "send off" in score or more Of
newspapers. Poor Lyon was more dazed
than ever. The widow seemed to him an en-
chantress who, if she willed it, could people
the new hotel with millionaires. He loved
worse than ever, and became intolerably
jealous as we'll. But Lyon was not of her
sort all she cared for him was for bis money,
and she kept him ION the string" so to speak,
until he became embarrassed. Then ensued
"lovers' quarrels," breaking of leases, destruc-
ton of the business, and, finally, on the part
of Lyon, a series of prosecutions. His love
turned TO hate, and he resorted to every de-.
vice to humiliate her, and at last succeeded
in landing her, after one of her frightful fits,
in a madhouse.
She was not long, however, an inmate Of
St. Elizabeth. When she got out she started
some prodigious stories of cruel treatment by
DR.. Nichols and his subordinates, which were
probably all false. After this Mrs. Pollard
fingered around Washington for while, and
then went on to New York, only to make her
temperance in the Federal city as lec-
turer and reciter. She is woman of native
dramatic ability, a writer Of fair doggerel po'
etry, and possesses sympathetic voice; but
somehow she failed to draw, and her backer, q
New York man, cut loose, and she was left
again to her fate. Fertile of resources, she
next turned up in California. A happy
thought struck her. She had read of the
troubles of the Chinese on the Pacific slope,
and seeking an introduction to the heads Of
the Chinese six companies, impressed them
with the belief that she could be of great
service to them in Washington and some of
the larger cities East So she had lecture
written about the Chinese, their wrongs and
virtues, which she called my People,"
procured an expensive wardrobe after the
patterns and styles of Chinese ladies of the
first rank, had kind of Chinese pagoda or
temple built, took thousand dollars or more
of the six companies money, went on to
Washington, hired Odd Fellows Hall, and
in the gorgeous apparel described, and stand
ing beneath her temple, read her lecture to
almost hundred people. This was last De-
cember. She then went South, speaking at
different points, and returned to California.
This is the briefest outline Of her remarka.
BILE life and adventures. She is full of action
and romance and crazy for notoriety, and her
private as we'll as public life has been one
series of sensations from the first. She is Of
French extraction Oh her mothers side, full
Of dash and nerve, witty and pleasant in
conversation, generous to a fault with her
own and especially with other peoples money,
loud, but yet never descending to anything
like commonplace vulgarity, and is as likely
to do something before she dies that will
make the world cape at her, as any woman
wa knou of