Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-12-06


young fellow called Frank Kelly. with a
gay, sunny disposition. and wonderful aow
of humor When he found I was so much
away, thinking Rosanna wns only my mis-
tress, he began to console her. and succeeded
so well that one day, on my return from a
ride, found she had fed with him, and had
taken the child with her She left a letter
saying that she had never really cared for
me, but had married me for my money
she would keep our marriage secret, and
was going to return to the stage
followed my false friend and false
wife down to Melbourne, but arrived too late,
as they had just left for England Disguised
with the manner in which had been treated,
plunged into a whirl of dissipation. trying
to drown the memory OF my married life.
Ny friends, Of course, thought that my loss
amounted to no more than that of mistress,
and, soon began to doubt that | had ever
been married, so far away and visionary did
my life of the year previous seem. con-
tinued my fast life for about six months,
when suddenly was arrested upon the brink
of destruction by-an angel ] say this ad-
visedly, for il ever there was an angel upon
earth, it was she who afterwards became my
wife She was the daughter of doctor, and
it was her influence which drew me back
from the dreary path of proaigacy and dis
sipation, which was then leading. | paid
her great attention, and we were, in fact,
looked upon as good as engaged, but knew
that was still linked to that accursed woman,
and could not ask her to be my wife. At this
second crisis of my life Fate again inter
vened, for received letter from England
which informed me that Rosanna Moore had
been run over in the streets of London, and
had died in an hospital The writer was q
young doctor, who had attended her, and
wrote home to him, begging him to send out
a certificate of her death, SO that | might be
sure she was no more He did so, and also
enclosed an account of the accident, which
had appeared in newspaper Then, indeed.
felt that was free, and closing. rs thought
forever the darkest page Of my life's
history, | began to look forward to the
future | married again, and my domestic
life was a singularly happy one. AS the
colony grew greater, with every year | be-
came even more wealthy than had been,
and was looked up to and respected by my
fellow citizens When my dear daughter
Margaret was born, felt that my cup of
happiness was full, but suddenly received
disagreeable reminder of the past Rossanas
mother made her appearance one day--a
disreputable looking creature, smelling OF
gin, and in whom could not recognize the
respectfully dressed woman who used to ac-
company Rossana to tho theatre. She
had spent long ago all the money | had
given her, and sank lower and lower, until
she now lived in slum off Little Bourke
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child, and she told me it was dead. Rosanna
had not taken it to England with her, but
had left it in her mothers charge, and, no
doubt, neglect and want Of proper nourish-
ment was the cause of its death. There now
seemed to be no link to bind me to the past
with the exception of the old hag, who knew
| nothing about the marriage. did not at
tempt to undeceive her, but agreed to allow
| her enough to live on if she promised never
to trouble me again, and tc keep quiet about
| everything which had refel ence to my con-
| nection with her daughter. She promised
| readily enough, and went back to her
| squalid dwelling in the slums, where, for
| all know, she still lives, as money has been
| paid to her regularly every month by my So
| licitors heard nothing more about the
matter and now felt quite satisfied that
| had heard the last of Rosanna As years
| rolled on things prospered with me, and so
| fortunate was in all speculations that my
luck became proverbial Then, alas! when
all things seemed to smile upon me my wife
died, and the world has never seemed the same
| to me since. |, however, had my dear
| daughte: TO console me, and in her love and
| affection became reconciled to the loss of
| my wife. A young Irish gentleman, called
| Brian Fitzgerald came out to Australia, and
| soon saw that my daughter was in love
with him, and that he reciprocated that af-
fection, whereat | was glad, as have always
esteemed him highly. l looked forward to
| their marriage when suddenly q series of
events occurred, which must be fresh to the
memory of those who read these pages. Mr..
| Oliver Whytc, u gentleman from London,
| called OIL me and startled me with the news
that my first wife, Rosanna Moore, was still
| living, and t!l:,t the story of her death had
| been an ingenious fabrication in order to de
| ceivc me- She had met with an accident, as
stated in the newspaper, and had been
| taken to an hospital, where she
recovered The young doctor. who had
sent the certificate of her death, had
| fallen in love with her and wanted to marry
her, and had told me that she was dead in or
der that her past life might be obliterated
The doctor, however, died before the mar
riage, and Rosanna did not trouble herself
about undecciving me. She was then acting
on the burlesque stage under the name OF
'Musette, and seemed to have gained an un-
enviabl. notoriety by her extravaganza and
infamy. Whyte met her in London, and she