Connecticut western news., 1880-08-18
THE DEATH OF ANNIE WETMORE.
Still Another AccOunt-A Club View of the Conduct of the English
 Marquis.

o1 WHICH al4 afe now JalK1ng IS LOru Henry Paget, Marquis of Anglesey, as well and widely known in Paris as in London, since he spends nearly as much of his time in the one capital as in the other. His victim was Mrs. Wetmore, one of the most attractive young women of the American Colony in Paris, uni versally esteemed for her grace and wit. The Anglo-American community was stupefed by the news that Mrs. Wet more had killed herself in her apartment in the Rue Chateaubriand amid circum- stances making the act exceptionally dolorous and pitiable. According to the physicians, she had swallowed mixture of morphine and laudanum, and death came only after several hours of terrible agony. The corpse, which saw, testi- fled to the frightful nature of her suffer- ings. It was rigid, distorted, and en- tirely black. The face, only yesterday so fine, so charming, was unrecogniza- ble. The hands, so rosy, so elegant yesterday, were deformed, crisped, ter rifying.
 An, it would have been only justice if the Marquis of Anglesey had been com pelled to see that right hand of the woman whom he had once called his darling; that right hand on which he had slipped, only few weeks before, betrothal ring bearing this inscription "To Annie Wetmore from the Marquis of Anglesey." But the Marquis is in London, and while his victim was writh- ing in spasms of agony he was dancing at an aristocratic ball. The last number of the London Irutb chronicles the sen sation made by him at this brilliant so- cial gathering. Think a moment of the two scenes she on her bed, in the flick ering light of the night lamp, tortured by the poison which his conduct had borne to her lips; he in the glare of the chandelier, in an atmosphere vibrating with music, playing the butterfly in his white cravat and with flowers at his but tonhole. What striking contrast for a painter or dramatist
 Mrs. Wetmore belonged, as all know, to good American family. She was married woman, surrounded with esteem and comfort, when in an evil hour she encountered on her path the brilliant and fascinating Lord Henry Paget. The romance is not new; the young woman amid her bourgeois surrounding and friends, dreaming in the humdrum peace of her home of wider horizons and Q more splendid setting for her beauty 1; the English peer, six times millionaire, called to hold Q high rank in the greatest court of Europe, surrounded with all that prestige which an illustrious birth, an enormous fortune and princely edu- cation give man in the eyes of roman tic women. The dcnouen1ent was to have been foreseen. The two fell in love, passionately; one starry night the unfaithful wife, fascinated, vanquished, allowed her lover to carry her from her home.
 However, the guilty woman exacted 8 formal pledge from this lover that when she should be divorced from her husband he would make her his wife. To this Lord Henry solemnly bound himself At different times, in letters which are at this moment in the hands of an Eng fish lawyer, MT. Gardner, dwelling ill the Champs Elysees, the noble lord re- newed these promises of marriage. Re lying on the honor of man whose rank entities him to be addressed by the 1 Queen as her trusty and well-beloved cousin, Mrs. Wetmore believed herself safe. Her conduct cost her rupture with her whole family, and the loss of the allowance which her mother had given her as 8 marriage portion. Less generous than M. Henri Say, who, when he carried off, two years ago, the Countess U--, made this lady sur render to her husband the whole of her personal fortune, and settled upon her in it's place an income of 100000 francs 8 year, the English nobleman disdained to occupy himself with the vulgar ques- tion of money. Was not his love suf- ficient security, and besides, was he not at an early day to make her the most beloved and richest of the Marchionesses of England?
 The divorce was applied for and granted. Mrs. Wetmore was free, and nothing prevented the noble lord from fulfilling his promises. Just at this time the old Marquis of Anglesey died Lord Henry entered upon his heritage. This death naturally postponed the wedding. Meanwhile, the couple in stalled themselves in Paris, in the same house, but in separate apartments, and Lord Paget presented Mrs. Wetmore as the future Marchioness of Anglesey tc his friends. Two hundred and thirty eight letters of the noble lord, now ir the hands of MT. Gardner, the lawyer testify to the charm exerted over him by this haison, hidden in the tumultuous uproar of Paris-a laison, moreover realization, one might have said, of that reserved passion painted in the COT respondence of Mime. de Sabran witt the Chevalier de Bouffiers. Not clouG was to be seen in the azure sky; all was limpid and calm-the calm that precedes the tempest.
 Some weeks ago the Marquis an nounced to Mrs. Wetmore that he was called to England to make certain necessary arrangements for the realiza tion of their projects. At the same time, to confirm his promise in con. elusive fashion, he gave her the engage ment ring spoken of above. The pool woman, without thought of distrust