Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1881-10-08
CRUSHED LEG
OLD BlR. CHEFS FANCY AND YOUNG
MRS. CERIsFIANcY.

Under the heading, "a History and
Moral, the Springfield Republican makes
the following apologetic statement for the
benefit of the plaintiff in the celebrated di.
vorce suit entitled Christiancy VS.. Chris
tiancy:
A Chief Justice of a large State, 60
years old, with sixteen years of creditable
judicial service behind him, and fair pros.
peGt of another term before him, is in
about as secure position as American pol
itics offer; and seven years ago this was
the place l. ?. Christiancy held when he
consented to become the candidate of
coalition in the Michigan Legislature op-
posed TO Zach. Chandler. The old man,
who had lived for twenty years in quiet
way in a little town, reading his decisions
once week and presiding over still
Court, came into the Washington whirl-
pool to shamble unnoticed about the Senate
chamber, to shout himself hoarse in
a great hustle, and to pass headachy
days after long sessions of the
Senate. He aged astonishingly, debts
accumulated, and the $1,000 year,
which had looked big when he was getting
81, 900 as Chief Justice, slipped through
his fingers like water. The old man,
wonted to early hours and simple village
manners, was unutterably bored by WASH
ington society, and when bright-eyed,
white throated young woman ran her
fingers through his thin locks he married
her. His years have been full of trouble
ever since. To economic and get back
his mortgaged house, he let Chandler have
the seat In the Senate and went to Peru.
There he has lost his reputation as pub
lie man. His divorce suit has riddled his
private character. For months he has been
a public mock. Now his room is broken
open and lot OF jewelry he had taken in
trust stolen. As Scion, the Greek philos-
opher, said "Bet on no mans luck until
he is boxed.'" Now look on this picture
of young Mrs. Christiancy, as painted by
herself
LETTER FROM YOUNG WIFE TO OLD HUSBAND
l. P. Chrstiancy-S Sir: l send to you, in trust
for your son George, locket which he asked me to
keep for him with my jewelry. i should have
turned 1t long ago had known just where TO send
it; but as it contained the picture OF Georges
mother, would take no risk OF its safe transmits
sion. l send it with my love to George, for no mat
ter how you have taught him to feel toward me,
shall always love him. He is the one bright and
pure memory of my married life. When | recall
your household the place and associations you took
me to in the mockery OF a home, grow sick and
FAINT see horrid bloated faces around me- and hear
the fearful sounds OF drunken brawls-you, my
husband often foremost in these trays among father
and sons. One young, fair chids face stands Alone
and know that the love gave to George, and
his gentle companionship kept me from madness,
amidst so much misery and corruption.
| wish to say to you that you can spare yourself
any fears of your poor, pitifu degraded life being
taken through me or mine. With your cowardiy
nature, which is the strongest thing about you,
cept your sensuality, you reared my brother. You
did manage doubtless with the aid of Others to
elevate yourself for the worlds inspection moral
stilts you mounted them after infinite labor, when
you claimed that you would, ia every way ignore
my brothers letters. But alas for the effort made
to reach unaccustomed hight the stills were
not fully adjusted before you had fallen to your
usual level, and so sent constable after constable
here to arrest my brother. / feel convinced that
he never meant to stoop so low to kill you
He might have intended to cane you, but in my
estimation, you too craven creature for that
much notice from gentleman. Your weapon is
the stiletto towards woman in the darkness Of the
night. The brightness Of Gods sunlight is
suited to your deeds. / am decidedly ashamed of
my brother having noticed YOU. Do you suppose
that he would stain his you8g white hands, and his
winter soul, with a crime for you? My wrongs
have been greater than those Of mortal wOInap and
my only feeling for you is unmitigated contempt
When one touches pitch he must be detled and rivers
OF blood would not wash the stain from me which
stamped into my very soul when gave my in
noeent girlhfe into your keeping. The greatest
suffering have to endure is the knowledge Of the
degradation that you have been my husband.
LILLE NJ. CHRISTIANCY.