The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1879-06-18

house, and q pretty garden, and "a
husband that's respectable and don't
drink. Ha, ha, you've done better than
I have:
The swretched woman was about to
rush INTO the house, but the tramp shook
the ratings savagely, and cried:
"Oh, IN follow you in. III follow
ou,andlet 'emSknow I'm alive and we'll.
Look here, ''tahe added, as she paused.
"brlng me a handful of greenDacks and
I'll CO." .,...
She felt in her pocket, but her purse
not being there, she turned toward the
house. He seemed to know her object,
and said: =. =,
~''Be quick. I'll wait two minutes; not
more" v} ,ss.zs. !. ., .fs@l~f ,szrf.s
In less time than that she was back,
and laid roll of bills on the stone, be-
tween the ratings. Then she withdrew
to the house A week after this the
tramp. was back again. This time he
came by night, and asked at the basement
door for the mistress. Again. she had to
give him money. Then she refused to
see him, and he hung around the spot
for three days, peering into the garden,
and even going close to the lower win
dows and putting his face to the glass to
gaze in. Then he suddenly vanished, and
the woman inside who had been in dread
50 many long weary hours, felt weight
pass from her heart, 8. ..-f..,... ~, -ls'
" When her husband-well, be it so for
this story-came home that evening he
was very grave. After dinner, he and
his wife let her go at that for the pres
had a long and secret talk. This
was what.he had to tellIher:
,,7 That afternoon, while in his store. a
wretched looking tramp came. in and
forced his way up to the desk. 49, '.'f
"You are Mr.. Dash, I believe" said
the tramp, adding, without pause for a
an answer, Sand I'm b. a. ~. -,
II don't see what that has to do with
me- said Mr.. Dash, not for the moment
mindful that B. was, the name of tile
woman whom he had married. sa$
swell, not much" the tramp answered,
''only youmarried my wife"7- ~
Dash was thunderstruck. The tramp
saw it, and enjoyed it. ID ,..:. r.>.. -,
I'm not, going to be troublesome"
the tramp said, ''but I have my rights.
My wife is my wife still, for the divorce
she got was all sham, and she swore
to lie when she snore that she did
not know where Iswas. / have her let
tiers, written to me within six months
OF the time she says she got her d.
vorce." .~
The face of the man to whom the
tramp WAS speaking was white. His
tongue was so dry that he could not
speak. His knees were shaking, and
his feet dancing up and down, up and
down, up to his brain and down again, a
thousand times in second.
"Give me some money" said the tramp,
land I'll go away" -.'' -
Mr.. Dash lifted his desk, grasped some
notes and handed them to the tramp
He put them into his pocket and sneaked
past the clerks and customers into the
open air. .'" ~ 1870
When Mr.. Dash told his wife all this,
she told him in return what had hap
pened to herself. Strange enough no
plan was agreed upon by which to curb
the wretched man, or get rid of the
cause Of fear. Time and again the
tramp called at Mr.. Dash's Office, and
got money. He was the same filthy
sot, no matter how much money went
into his hands. He never bought new
clothes, or took pains to make himself
look even clean. He was never with
out whisky except when he was with
out money, and he was never without
money except when he was coming
out of a long debauch. At length,
however, even Mr., Dash's grace failed,
and he spurned the hateful drunkard
Then he haunted the he use again up
town, but a big, strong man was placed
on guard with a club, and the tramp
could only swear, and rave, and stamp
at distance. :. He took to another
way, uglier, and moro dramatic. On
Sunday night when Mrs. Dash was
quitting church he stepped up and
ask h, her for money, using a threat to
show her up on the spot If she did not
give him what he wished. Her trem-
bling hand sought her purse, which she
thrust out at him. At the door of the
concert-hall, the tramp watched for her,
and always:with a dreadful threat upon
his lips. ...-. fs.. -.,.4+ .,e.s.,.. -......1
When the grand Methodist reunion
took place at the Academy of Music, not
long ago. Mrs. Dash went thither In her
carriage with her husband. As she
passed up the steps amid the pious
throng,a man in a slouched hat and a
shabby coat thrust his head alongside
hers and Kissed out the threat, "Give me
the diamond ring on your finger, or I'll
follow you and introduce you!''' ,..
The afrghtened woman had nothing to
debut tear off the ring and pass it to the
footpad: , And so this same dreaded peril
1.-The !; uflnpearthing Of sham and fraud in a
divorce--haunts this woman at all times.
o4thisiday the husband is around as
tramp, drawing money by threats, and
boasting in gin-mills of his power to haul
"a big man down and ruin his wife
whenever he chooses The victim has
been told what to do to ease herself of the
burden, but she is afraid to act, lest the
story now written should be told with
the real name put in Chicago Tribune.
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