Morris tribune., 1882-01-19
GETTING A HUSBAND.


He read:
CDR. Pcmeroy-I will not apologies for
the unparalleled service I am about to ask
of YOU; suffice it to say have heard your
history, heard of your struggles, and real
ize how hard task it is for one so youngin
the profession and without friends in the
great wilderness of houses called city.
Also, permit me to add, have been in
formed of the cruel blow you received from
the hand Of one You loved, who was un-
worthy of you; and yet am not acquainted
with you nor you with me. Indeed we
have never looked upon one anothers
to request you t. do me
great favor. Will you come TO South street
church tomorrow at eight o'clock Come
privately, unattended and never repeat that
which takes place there. viii you give me,
stranger, a lawful claim to your name
and yet not seek to know whom you marry2
If you will do so, will make over to you
Sol, 900, payable to your order at the city
bank, as soon as the ceremony is over.
Trusting that the money will be tempta-
ton shall anxiously await you at the ap-
pointed time"
That was all. There was no signature
nothing to give any clew to the writer's ad-
dress or abode. Indeed, it was so terse
and unfeminine in its details that he was
tempted to believe some of his male friends
were playing joke on him,
Il will not go-I will not be fooled" he
said to himself.
He flung the missive down, then he
picked it up, folded it carefully, and thrust
it into his pocket.
He remembered that he had patient to
visit and went out; but everywhere the con-
tents of that strange letter was ri nging in
l., L. l. -
She was suffering more than usual, and o
number Of dunning bills had been left to
his consideraticn--bills which he had not
the remotest idea how he was going to
meet. He threw them down and buried
his face in his hands.
Poverty is curse. mother ne moaned.
i do not know which way to turn"
She tried to cheer him, but in vain.
Everywhere he turned, hopeless chaos
seemed to envelope him.
"Ah. II hat letter was only real" he
thought. Fifty thousand dollars would
make me rich.
And so he fretted and worried until the
appointed hour came-one moment vowing
he would not go near the place, and the
next tempted to see the farce" out.
Eight o'clock found him stealing in. He
saw two ladies closely yelled, and gentle
man standing IN the upper part of the
building, while the minister sat in chair.
There was but one gas jet lighted, and he
could distinguish the forms. As soon as
he entered the gentleman spoke to one Of
the ladies, and she then advanced to meet
him.
Are you DR.. Pomeroy?" she asked in o
low tone.
lam"
She led him to where the gentleman
stood and Ia avtaO1e5 HE hand
GLOW do you do: Pomeroy?" he sid; and
Pomeroy recognized in him the president
of the city bank. Il am here by the re-
quest of this young lady," pointing to the
one who had not moved or spoken, TO in
form you that if you agree to her PROPOSE
ton, am authorized to pay to your order
the sum of fifty thousand dollars"
Pomeroy tried to speak but his voice was
cboked. 1t was no fraud; it was reality.
He stood motionless for moment; then
advanced and offered his arm to the silent
lady. She took it without culver, and
went with him to where the minister await
ed them. The ceremony was quickly per-
formed.
DIR. Poneroy registered his name, and
then looked with considerable curiosity at
the bold plain signature, Ellen Latour,
which his bride wrote down. The minister
hastily filed out the certificate, which he
had brought with him by request, and which
the maid and the Banker signed as witnesses.
The bride took it, kissed it and thrust it in
her bosom. One moment more and the
two glided swiftly from sight.
DR.. Pomeroy vi ed the Precipitation from
his brow, and then asked:
Who was she?'
Il do not know" said the minister Il
was requested by letter, and paid to per-
form the ceremony and keep it q secret
1t is perfectly lawful"
And ], said the banker did not see the
lady's face. She deposited the money with
me, and requested my attendance here to
assure you that her promise should be faith
fully fulfilled"
The three men separated; the gas was
turned ont; the curtain fell on the first act
The next day Pomeroy tried to realize
what he had done. He had sold his name
to the unknown woman, bnt he thought
that could not injure him.
She must have been in deadly peril tC
pay such as exhorbitant price for a simple
name.
He took an Office up town, and moved
his mother to 8. nicer home. Patients came
pouring in; q different class employed The
rich DR.. Pomeroy than those who had EN-.
ployed the poor one.
gained reputation and added consider
ably to his bank account. He had been al
mdefatgable worker and now he felt tina
ne needed rest for awhile.
I'VE will take trip to Europe, mother
he said. at will do you more good tina,
you can imagine.
A great many gentle hearts felt pany
to see the good doctor leave, although
their endeavors to catch him had been il
vain. He felt no preference for the OPP
posite sex. He had recovered from hi
disappointment, and he ceased to remem
Der that he was married man, or to thinl
kindly of the woman who had SO RADICAL,
changed his life.
They travelled leisurely through the tou
they had marKed out before they started
and one night found them in French vii
lage. About the middle of the night tn
doctor was awakened by some one tappin
at his door and calling for him to come out
He did so. He found the landlord who
told him in broken English that one of hi
countrymen had just fallen down stairs in
tit, and seeing his name registered NJ. D
they called him up,
He went into an elegantly furnishes
room, where man, some fifty years of age
was lying in dying condition. A youn
lady sat by the bed tanning him. Th
doctor hastily examined the patient, ant
found him unconcious. 1t was impossibl
for him to live, the doctor said; but tn
day passed, and still another, before b
drew his last breath. He never recoyere
his consciousness.
The lady told DIR. Pomeroy that he wa
her father. His name was Eugene Synde
ham, native of England, and she woul,
like to have him buried where he died
They were travelling for the benefit of he
health. she went on to explain, and he wa
widower. Her only remaining relativ
was young sister, who was being educated
In the convent of the Sacred Heart of Paris
After Mr.. Syndeham was buried, Miss
Syndeham went, under the care of the doc
tor and his mother, to Paris. She insisted
on thslr taking up their abode where she
mad apartments, and not day passed bu
she was with Mrs. Pomeroy. The old lady
got warmly attached to her, and talked dole
fully to her son about the time when the,
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