The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1885-11-26
OUR NEW YORK LETTER.
TFrom our Rsgular Correspondent

who complained of too much affection; ;
but a case of this kind actually occurred
here few days ago. A big boned,
brawny blacksmith was married some
nine months ago to sweet little creature,
and last week she went before the mag
istrate to ask for divorce and the pro-
lection of the Court. Has your husband
abused you, inquired the magistrate :?
Obi no, sir; the fearful wife replied.
Does he fail to provide for you? Oh, no,
sir; 1 have very comfortable home.
Does he go off after other women? Oh!
20, sir; he always comes right home as
soon as he gets through his work. Then,
madam, said the magistrate: Why do
you ask the intervention of this court,
and why do you ask for divorce? She
said that she did not like to tell before
all the folks, so the magistrate said she
could whisper it in his ear; and the un-
fortunate wife declared that her husband
was so fond of her that the moment he
came in the house he would catch her up
in his arms, and carry her about like a
baby. Has he injured you, said the
magistrate Oh no, sir; he would not
hurt me for thousand dollars. Then,
nv dear madam, said the wondering
magistrate, 1 can do nothing for you |;
this is the first instance in my experience
where husband was complained of be.
cause he was too affectionate. But he
has had two wives before, groaned the
unfortunate woman, and he killed them
with kindness-I'm afraid he'll kill me
in the same way. The magistrate in
formed her that there was no provision
in the laws of New York covering her
case, and she left the court wringing her
hands and exclaiming, what shall l do,
what shall I do.
Our Scandinavian population is about
the best We have, Straightforward and
Industrious, they seldom quarrel among
themselves, and in business their names
are synonymous for honesty. But the
contact With Americans does not seem to
improve them very much, as was in.
stanced in the case of young Scandina.
Wan, who had only been, as he declared,
few weeks in the country, when ne
met lovely young countrywomsn OF his,
whose father was very we'll to DO. The
young man vas journeyman baker,
and as he appeared honest and indus
trious. and was q good baker, and the
girls father was suspicious of Yankees,
after few weeks happy courtship, the
pair we're married at the house OF the
brides parents, where the jolly young
baker took up his quarters. The morn
ing after the wedding the new made
husband informed his wife that if she
would give him 5000 he would start a
bakery for himself, as he knew where
there was one for sale. Happy in her
new found love, the young wife handed
over the two hundred dollars, when the
husband handed his wife a Eve dollar
bill out of the pile, and requested her to
buy some things for him. She started
out to make the purchases, leaving her
husband in the house; as soon as sue was
gone, her faithless spouse ransacked every
drawer and trunk, stole earrings, finger
rings, watches, brooches, pocket hand
kerchiefs, in short everything of any
value that he could lay his hands on,
and then departed. When the young
wife returned, her husband, her money
and her jewelry we're gone. Months
rolled on and the trusting woman gave
him up for dead-thinking that on his
way to purchase the bakery he had been
murdered for his money-when to her
great amazement about three weeks ago,
she met him on the Brooklyn Bridge.
She screamed and he lodged out of sight.
A clue was got to his whereabouts, and
detectives we're placed upon his track.
He was found in Connecticut in one Of
the interior towns, where he was living
with wife and four children, and had
been living there for years previous.
This enterprising young foreigner was
brought back to Brooklyn where his
offense was committed, and his chances
are very good for being boarded at the
States expense for the next FIVE years,
at least.
Another merchant has gone-a man
who leaves behind an honored memory
and a stainless name. Representing one
of the largest dry goods firms in the
United States, Horace B. ClaAin leaves
behind him no better man. Among the
thousands of men in his employ you
hear no word but words of praise and
blessing. A truly religious christian
man, for forty years connected with
Plymouth Church, there was no puritan.
ical sham or pretence about him, and
he was one of the very few men on whom
the great pastor of Plymouth Church
leaned for support. Charitable to de-
gree untold, aud blessed with wife who
has been an angel of mercy to the COM
munity that was honored by her presence,
it would seem that the mans cup Of hap.
piness would be brimming over; but
with all his wealth and all of his happy
surroundings be could not escape the
common lot of sorrow and af1iction. A
few years ago son, who Was the idol of
his heart, died, and he never recovered
entirely from the shock. He had other
griefs that wrung his heart, and against
which he bravely battled, and in which
he had the warmest sympathy of all
who knew him. His death was the most
merciful and painless that human
being can know. In the midst of EN- Joy.
ment, sitting at his own table, joking
with his guests, his head falls forward on
his breast and he is gone. Save that he
is lost to the community that loved and
honored him, there is nothing to regret
about his death, for among the two
millions in these two great cities, there
is not one who was better prepared to 60.
Comparisons have often been made be-
tween Mr.. Clahin and the late A. I.
Stewart. No two men could possibly
have been more unlike. Mr.. ClaAin,
though business man in the strictest
sense of the term, was broad, catholic
and generous in his nature, regarding
himself only as steward of Gods
bounty, and he was always ready and
willing to render an account of his
stewardship. To the call of worthy
charity, his heart and his purse were
never shut, and there are hundreds of
deserving poor in this and neighboring
cities who will miss in the freezing
weather now upon us the generous hand
Of Horace B. Clahin. Mr.. A. T. Stew.
art lived only for himself, and, dying,
he had but one thought, and that was to
narnatnate his fame He built great