Omaha daily bee., 1883-02-02
SUCH TEN PERS.
The Trouble Between q St Louis
Couple During 8 Weeks Of Mar
ried Life.

A divorce suit was MED In q 81.
Louis court Wednesday that promises
some eccentric developments. The
title Of the suit 10 George II Little W.
Elizabeth X Little. The parties says
the Globe. Democrat, we're married on
the I'd of December last, the unblissful
honeymoon lasting only six weeks,
when the husband 'lit out" to other
quarters to recite his woes to sympa.
thizing friends. The plaintiff was
formerly q commission merchant In
this city, but has not been engaged in
business for the last year or two
Tne defendant, before her mar
riige was la Mrs. elizabeth
K. Fowler, living at No. 1922
Pine street, In q house which she has
resided In and owned for over twenty
years. She also has other city prop.
erty and q farm in Missouri. Both
are past 30, but well preserved. II
appears that they met tor the first
time last November. 1t was u case
Of love at first sight. Both had loved
before, but each was young enough to
feel the sweet motions of the tender
passions once again. Loves young
dream was rudely broken on the 14sh
Of January. A roporter OF the Globe.
Democrat heard the husbands soul.
narrowing story as he sat before q
bright crate fire In Mr.. Titles room
in the Be'videre hotel last night.
MI. Little Is q nervous little man,
black haired, with long mustache and
chin whiskers. HIS agitation was
manifest. why, Lord blsss you,"
said he, st beats anything you ever
heard Of in your life. I'm done with
women after this. Why. the day We
got married I went out and bought
some oranges and cakes. You see,
w had . little wedding supper. She
got 30 mad at mo when / came back
I liked to back out. But L said,
Little, old fellow, be brave But,
Lord bless You, I didn't know what
was comm. In two days I dssssnt
feel my souls my own. The morning
after We married, whils We were At
the breakfast table, 1 took sons but.
ter. It was nice country creamery
butter: I bought 1t. She said: Look
here, what do you mean by taking 90
much butter! Do you eat butter that
way all the tim 2 and then she got
into such q tantrum tho like of which
! never saw before. But raid I to my.
self: Little, old fellow, BE- brave. I told
her I liked bu ter, bit she said that
made no difference. ! would have to
regulate my appetite. When I went
down town that morning l said to my
self, 'Jehu! Wilson, you're In for Il;
but keep it dark; don't say anything
to your friends That night I struck
a match to light the gas, and she
brone out again 10 o perfect rage, and
said / was no man at all to waste
matches that way. I ought to have
lit a paper In the CRATE; such e1trava.
gance would uin the richest family In
the world 1 said, My dear, why,
matches are cheap, and she said
shs didn't care IL matches were cheap,
that abe wouldn't have no such non.
senss In her house. Bat 1t WAS aboat
Christmas the trouble COME. l love
TO sing, but I sing pretty loud, Isl.
ways sing hymns. We had Company
and were pretty jolly, and when I be.
gan to sing Rock CT Ages' she stopped
me. This almost broke my heart.
I went out of the room, but
I tell you l folt miserable.
After that she wouldn't let mo sing at
all. Recollect there's where the real
trouble comes Ia I honestly enjoy
singing, but I sung 80 loud she always
made me quit. She said it disturb bed
the neighborhood, and the police would
come In. This grieved me very much.
for l love to sit In the front parlor of
winter evenings and sing hymns. But
1t was no use talking. She wouldn't
have it. She said I didn't know how
to sing. One time I began singing in
u room, and she knocked all the
chairs down, seized the poker, and
glazing at me like q lioness, said:
Look here, Little, do you think I
married you to be tortured to death?'
l got her q1ieted down, but In less
than sanother week we had It over
again. There was some company 10
the parlor, and n Of the visitors
accidentally asked me, Mr.. Little, I
hear you can sing; won't you favorus
with . song2' 1 was about to comply
when she pulled me by the
coat, and In . laundering
voice said: "No, Mr.. Little won't
sing, he don't know how to sing I
wanted to sing, ss I saw no harm In
1t, but 1t seemed that everything was
concentrating against me. and I said
nothing and sat down. She made me
feel miserable enough, l can tell you,
but I said to myself, says I: "L,ttle,
you can't sing any more In this house.
The last trouble came on the night of
January IA. I had Just got into bed,
when there was q cry of fire In the
neighborhood. She insisted on my
going out into the street and turning
on an alarm, although the engines had
already arrived 1 got up and went
out, however, and when / came back
she was at the front windows, up.
stairs, shaking her fist at me and
giving me Hail Columbia. I said to
her: Madame, this is the last you'll
see of me- Then / went over ia
Browns hotel and staid all night. The
next day l returned to get my trunk,
my set Of parlor furniture, and my
pictures"
In addition to these'thrilling partlc'
ulars of a remarkable family trouble,
Mr.. Little made q number of allega,
tions to show that he had been mos,
shabbily treated. He had paid $l0t
taxes on her property, and he exhib
tied q ANAL blank. book showing the
memoranda of all the expenditures h,
had made while living with his wife,