Connecticut western news., 1880-08-18

francs @ year. It was barely the third part of the noble lords daily revenue.
 What an awakening! One cannot believe all at once in the reality of blows like this; one cannot master the thought that so much love, so many VOWS, so many plans for the future, were nothing but empty words. The poor woman wrote, pleaded; letters and appeals re- mained unanswered. Plunged in despair, she still hoped. Another day came Some one broke to her the news tlIat the Marquis, regardless of his pledged faith, trampling upon his solemn engage ments, was about to marry Mrs. Wodehouse, one of the queens of London society, whom he had met only a fortnight before for the first time in his life.
 I shall not try to paint the tears, the prostration, the despair, which followed t1is news. It is an old story-the TO- nance writers have exhausted it. Yet, the romance always falls below the reality. In vain, friends advised tho un- happy woman to claim her rights in the courts. The written promises of tho Marquis would have been convincing testimony before the English tribunals, which protect women against the caprices of Don Juans. If the Marquis should refuse to fulfill his promises, there would be in any case an indemnity proportioned to his fortune and the immensity of tho sacrifice of her whom he had deceived and abandoned. Noble and digni6ed, perhaps still cherishinga belief in him of whom she had made hero in her heart, the ill-fated woman refused to re- sort to these extreme measures. When the day of the marriage arrived she clothed herself in mourning and shut herself up in her room, silent, her eyes streaming tears, utterly crushed. He, fearing scandal, had called to his aid the Con1neissdire dc PoIice-a crowning insult to her whom he hadso unworthily betrayed.
 The peaceable performance of the nuptial ceremony at the English Elm bassy, in the Faubourg St. Honore, in the presence of four witnesses instead of the crowd of friends whom the noble lord might have expected, demonstrated to him that his fears were only the pro- motings of mind troubled by remorse.
 "I love him too well," the unhappy woman had said, to give him pain. '' And, feeling that her death would be a liberation for this man, the last sacrifice she could make for him, she was prepar- ing to die, while he was escorting his bride from fete to fete in the London salons. Quietly, without any theatrical airs, the deserted woman carried out her project, immolating herself to her love, to her grief, as do those Indian wives who throw themselves upon the pyres that are to reduce their husbands bodies to ashes.
 To-day the noble Lord Henry Paget, Marquis of Anglesey, can breathe freely; he is no longer exposed to the danger oi meeting Annie Wetmore on his road through life.
 No; it is not just, it is not tolerable, that this man should rejoice with i'm. punity in the suicide of this woman. II is not just that the lesson of this drama should be lost by those who might be tempted to initiate it. Public opinion has justice of it's own, and it ought te exercise it in this case. Here is deatl which cries for vengeance. Thefact thai the guilty man is lord Marquis, a cousin of the Queen, is not sufficient reason for shutting our ears and our eyes to this crime.
 Lord Henry Paget had been choser President of the Harrier Coursing So ciety of France. The society has busted him from that office. How could a so ciety-of gentlemen do other wise? Fol lowing this example, the Carlton Clul of London is going to strike his nam' from its books. Queen Victoria vii forbid him to appear hereafter at court and his fellow nobles, when they mee him, will look the other way. In Franc his friends, who refused to appear at hi marriage, have resolved to consider hin as dead. It is they who have spread this sad story, in order that it might ge into print-the only means of reaching the criminal. When ordinary justice i powerless, society has other weapon which it can employ, as in this case against those whom it wishes to excom municate from its bosom. It is not sui ferable that these Don Juans of the club should be permitted to violate with i'm punity the respect due to oaths, tn respect due to love; that they should b able tranquilly to play with the homo and lives of women.
 The Parisians have shown that the feel this in uncovering themselves bcfor the bier of the ill-starred Annie Wet more, and in mailing to the pillory, Maj quis as he is, the man who murderc her. ST. GEORGE.
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