St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-04-06
OF A BROKEN HEART.
Mrs. Eeaton Manice's Love for Her
Cruel Husband.
A WIFE AND NOT A WIFE.
Her Loving Heart Demanded a Little
of the Affection Due
a Wife.
"Am never to know thy love and care law
ished upon most wives? A wife and not


ished upon most wives? A wife and not
MRS. HEAToN NANCE
Loving friends of Mrs. HeatOn Man.
ice, who sent bullet through her heart
in Chicago hotel the other week, have
placed her body at rest in lakewood
cemetery in the Lake City.
But her agonies OF heart, coupled with
the purest sentiment of a despairing
and still loving wife, are all, from time
to time, recorded in Mrs. Manice's di-
airy, which her faithful friends, Mr..
and Mrs. Liscomb, have received
among the effects sent from Chicago.
Mrs. Manice had been in America
but two months, vainly cOntending for
her rights, when, under the date OF Dec.
4, 1885, she wrote:
"And now for the struggle for lly-
ing. l will do anything father than ac-
cept Warnings terms, they are so repug-
nant and more than degrading. wish
my darling father had lived; these peO-
pie would then have to show me cOnsid-
Grafton. AS it is now | must stand
alone. / am as miserable and fOrlOrn as
it is possible for mortal to be. What
an unfortunate creature l am, anyway!
Nothing to make life worth living for,
and still must live, because it is a sin
to end even such a wretched and I'M
happy life as mine."
But HeatOn Manice, whose professions
of rapturOuS love once had known no
bounds, twitched his mouth in cold,
cynical smile, and asked his lawyer, Mr..
purse OF gold in lieu of her marital
claims. Naturally Mrs. Manice resented
the proposition, but one must read her
own answer to appreciate her gentle
spirit. She said:
81 do not want your money, but l do
want justice done me. Is there no way
in which l can appeal to your heart and
to the love you once prOfeSSed for me to
get you to do that for me which will
spare us all such misery and remorse in
the future? Surely you must think of
me at times, and it cannot always be
with hate. 1 have done everything
could to avoid any unpleaSantneSS with
any of your family, and l speak truly
when l say have shown to them more
charity than they have shown to me.
"What crime have l committed that
you neglect me SO! Oh, Heaton, if ever
you loved me-if you have any charity in
your heaft-do come to me or write to
me to come to you. Only let me see
you and let me speak to you. Let me
hear from your lips the truth.
Il think if you had been guilty of the
terrible crime of murder l would for
give you. know, with all l have done
for your sake, you would not ask of me
my life. Then may God soften your
herat, is the prayer almost daily of your
lonely, heart-brOken Wife"
This epiStle was addressed to "HeatOn
Manice, in care of William FL. Warning,
to be forwarded to Comp Loomis." With
a throbbing heart she sat day upon day
at the window in Mr.. Liscomb's apart
ment in the Windsor on Broadway, the
same house in which her husbands
mother and sisters are living, expect
antly watching the mail-carrier on
every round. Then, one morning, she
recognized the well known handwriting
of Heaton on letter.
Her feet could scarcely carry her
swiftly enough to the vestibule, only to
face bitter disappointment. The letter
was addressed to the other "MrS. Man
ice," to Heaton's mother.
II almost fainted," she writes in the
diary entry, referring to this incident.
81 felt as though l must retain the let
ter, my heart SO yearned to know it's
Dub llO, IlOUs l. COuIu
not do that. The letter was mailed in
New York, and am sure came through
Waring. Oh, where are you, laddie?
Why do you not come to me? If you
knew all that l suffer now you could
not be so cruel. l wonder if Uncle
William Manice, of Forty-fifth street,
will intercede in my unfortunate case?
l do hope and pray that he will do so.
If could only see Heaton! Oh. merci-
full heavens, what is the use Of wish
ing!"
Speaking of her, Mr.. Liscomb said
last night, as he and Miss Blanche Lis
comb returned from worship:
II thought as much of that girl as if
she were my own daughter, and my
wife and daughters exceeded me in
their friendship and affection for her.
Were she the kind of person they tried
to paint her she need not have been so
poor and dependent as she was. She
could have lived in style in any of our
hotels, but instead she would come to
me when she wanted to go down town
and laughingly say: Il want only 5
cents to ride down. [ can walk up, and
it will be exercise 1t was conspiracy,
but her friends will see that her memory
jc vindiaotQ1