The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-12-26
"sHE IS MY WIFE, SIR"
A Pennsylvania BIue-Blood Outwitted by
Pittsburg Dentist.


Trenton Special to New York journal.
short distance from this city is the coun-
try residence of William II. Rawle, the dis
tinguished Philadelphia lawyer, a handsome
mansion with extensive grounds, which
played its share as rendezvous in a recent
romance that has until now not only been
kept from the newspapers, but has also been
kept secret from the select social circles in
which one of the actors moved. Mr.. Rawle
prides himself on being one of the bluest of
blue-blooded Americans, descended from the
stock of patrician revolutionary patriots
His great-grandfather was a "signer," or
something of that sort, while his grandfather
was Chief-justice of the Keystone State
He himself was prominent candidate for
the Attorney-ge in the last Pennsyl-
vania State election and is man of great
wealth, culture and the widest social connec-
ton.
The present Mrs. Rawle is his second wife.
BY his first wife he had two lovely daughters,
who inherited independent fortunes from
their mother, which gave them an income
variously stated at from So, 600 to $40 600
year each. The relations between these young
ladies and their stepmother have been such
that they have not spent much time in each
others society. The daughters have made
their home at their fathers place near this
city.
One morning in the last week OF October
Mr.. Rawle was in his Philadelphia law Of
flee, when a card was handed him. 1t bore
the name of DR. L. Godfrey Rosseau, Pitts
burg"
When the owner of the name was ushered
into the dignifed presence he was asked to
state his business.
II called to see you, Mr.. Rawle," said the
visitor with some slight hesitation, "about
rather delicate matter which does not affect
me alone and concerning which | am au-
thorized to speak. 1 want to marry your
daughter'
"Who are you sir, that dare come to me in
this way|' he demanded.
Il am dentist by profession. [ have a
good practice and am earning a good living.
1 am amply able to care for two people. 1
am thirty years of age, and my home is in
Pittsburg. l love your daughter"
This is piece of blankey- blankey- blanked
ridiculous nonsense STRIP
But we are engaged to be married and"
Get out OF my oflice!' shouted Mr..
Rawle, fairly purple with rage.
Metaphorically, if not literally, kicked out,
the doctor from Pittsburg took his hasty de-
parture, with the one quiet remark:
You Will hear from me again, sr'
The more Mr.. Rawle thought of his I'M
welcome visitor and his audacious errand the
more uneasy he grew. He hurried off and
caught the next train for New York There
is a special station for his country place a
short distance from Trenton. When he
reached his suburban mansion he asked for
the elder daughter, Miss Edith Rawle He
was told she had driven to Trenton short
time before with a strange gentleman. In hot
haste he followed, taking the train from his
local station. As he stepped from the train,
which was bound for Jersey City, DIR. Rosseau
and Mr.. Rawle's daughter sprang on board.
Mr.. Rawle saw them too late to regain the
train he had just Quilted, as
Dr. Rosseau waved an exasperat-
ing adieu from the platform Mr.
Rawle followed the fugitiveS, and on reach
ing New York at once employed detectives
to track the dentist and his daughter. The
same evening one of the detectives reported
that he had found the runaway lovers at the
st. Nicholas. Mr.. Rawle reached the cara
vansary, and, nervously glancing down the
last page of arrivals, read:
DR. L. Godfrey Rosseau and wife. Pitts
burg
He sent up his card to Mrs. Rosseau. After
short delay DR.. Rosseau came tripping
down the steps with Mr.. Rawle's card pois d
between his thumb ana forefnger The ia
bles had been turned since morning.
Mr. Rawle?" he said, as though in doubt
as to the identity of his caller.
yes srl 1 want to see my daughter?''
"Oh, yes; l believe L had tine pleasure of
meeting you somewhere recently"
II want to see my daughter, STRIP
81 am really very sorry, but she doesn't
receive at this hour"
'But she's my daughter, sir, and I demand
to see her!''
"She is my WIFE sir! Pm very sorry. but
you cannot see hel!''
And he did not see her, nor has he seen
her since. DIR. Rosseau and Miss Rawle were
married, and have gone to Pittsburg to live
The wedding announcement was inserted bv
the happy husband in Philadelphia paper
The facts as to the brief acquain lance and
the rather terse relation between Mr. Rawle
and his dentist son-in-law are now for the
first time promulgated for the enjoyment of
the upper ten thousand.