The Cecil Whig., 1886-07-03

Sad Results of Wealthy Young Mans Sc
cret Marriage to a Seamstress, and Con-
sequent Deceptive Double Life-Their
Child Becomes a Street Waif and the
Father an Insane Asylum Inmate
Happy Ending of the Romance.
If you feel interested in queer stories,
read this.
Cameron Sanford lived in Edinburgh,
Scotland, where he died the first day Of
this month. A very wealthy man, of
stainless reputation in his old age, but
very wild, reckless, headstrong and i'm
pulsive when young. In his fathers
family pretty seamstress attracted his
attention and he hers. They loved and
were secretly married. Sanford senior
was tough old nut, Calvinistic in his
religion, cast iron in his domestic life,
where he ruled with the arbitrariness of
Russian Car, so much so that young
Cameron, then but twenty-five, was in
mortal dread of1his fathers displeasure,
and, not daring to face the wrath to
come, hired in a neighboring hamlet
board and lodging for his wife, towards
whose confinement he looked at an early
day.
The fathers naughty pride sought
wealth and "high life" matrimonial alli-
ance for his son.
With cowardice which must seem
strange to an American Cameron allowed
the negotiations between his father and
a wealthy neighbor to proceed, and, to
make long story short, with great pomp
and circumstance and social ceremony he
was married to a charming girl, who
cared no more for him than he for her,
but whose estate, when joined to that
Mr.. Sanford settled on his son, made one
of the most royal domains of the kingdom
1t would be difficult to imagine the
mental horrors of Cameron Sandford.
He was Loyalty attached to his little
suffering wife, but not being virile in
mind he allowed matters to drift along,
contenting himself by providing for her
physical necessities in the amplest way
until the baby, Kate, was born. The
little wife, pale and sad, broken-hearted
and discouraged, had hoped against hope
that Cameron would be able to devise
some mode of getting her away from
home and seek with her and their baby a
A tlo
Death settled the problem.
Before the child was two days old, but
not before she had been christened and
dedicated at the shrine of her mother s
heart to a holier and happier existence
than had been the lot of the woman who
bore her, the golden bowl was broken,
the silver thread was snapped and the
gentle spirit of Mary Sandford sought
the repose of everlasting-what?
A TRIP FOR BABY KATE.
Now this was nice state of things.
A young man living with woman who
to all outward appearances was his wife,
but in reality was no more to him than
any person walking the street, for OBJ
viously the ceremony that united them
was invalid, his wife being alive, with a
baby on his hands and no one to take
care of it, and with the never-fading pic.
| ture of the baby's mother following him
with her sad eyes wherever he went, into
whatsoever scenes he sought relief.
He confided his troubles to an old
nurse, Jane Kelly, and after long pom
dering they concluded it would be wise
for her to take the baby across the water
and, with ample support, wait for that
something" which is always expected
but rarely comes. She came to New
York and took board in North Moore
street. Her remittances came regularly.
Being a woman of great reticence her
fellow boarders knew her simply as Mrs.
Kelly with her baby.
Years rolled on.
She occasionally changed her boarding
place and finally took lodgings In Irving
place near the old Academy of Music,
where with hired servant, she lived,
dying suddenly, one hot August day,
leaving little Kate, then nine years OF
age. with the hired servant, who knew
nothing of her mistress, nothing of the
child, and nothing, Of course, of the
child's antecedents, of which also Kate
herself was ignorant. The servant was
addicted to periodical sprees, and in less
than six months after the old nurse died
the child was waif upon the streets,
while the woman who was supposed to
be in charge of her slept off her booze on
Blackwell's Island.
HERE'S PRETTY How-D'YE-Do.
1t would be interesting to follow the
life of this child with her sharpened wits,
her brier-like intellect, the daredevil
spirit born in her of new associations, the
temptations that beset her path, the
struggles she made, the horrors she en-
dured, but that isn't my purpose.
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