The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1889-11-12
MRS. HHTSCH' TROUBLES.
She Tells the Story Of Do
mestic InfeliCity.

HetSch'S marital woes, during an lnter-
view which had with her in her luxur-
ious apartments at No. 81 Grand street
Some weeks ago Mrs. Hetsch made ap-
plication to Justice Weed for advice as
the course to take in securing divorce
from her husband on the ground of in
human treatment. She claimed she was
an authoress and an actress.
Subsequently she informed the Judge
that she had acted rather hastily and
wished to withdraw the charges made
rgainst him. To reporters, who called
upon her, she made the same statement,
and asked them, out of mercy for her,
to say nothing of the fact in the newspa-
pefs, as it would only have the effect of
widening the breach between them and
thus thwart her in her efforts to secure
reconciliation.
Saturday night last she again appeared
before the same Justice and Swore out
warrant for her husbands arrest, charg-
ing him with knocking her down and
splitting in her face.
PRETTY WOMAN.
/ called this morning to ask for particu--
lars. Ascending four long flights of
heavily carpeted stairs in the large apart
ment house, dimly lighted by lamps at
each turn, / found well built lady
standing at doorway at the head OF the
last flight She had round face that
had once been pretty and which even
now, at middle age, was might be termed
matronly, yet fair. 1t was Mrs. Hetsch.
She was partially in dishabille and
stood in her stocking feet. A full suit of
chestnut hair was wound gracefully about
her we'll poised head ,and a pair of intelh-
gent eyes cleaned through pair of eye
glasses.
When l made known the object of my
visit, Mrs. Hetsch sighed audibly and
Dade me enter. l stepped into one of the
rear rooms, and glanced furtively
through the open sliding doors that throw
the four large rooms into series OF ele-
gantly furnished apartments.
the side of table, in the centre of which
rested a glass dish filled with Malaza
grapes. There were a few periodicals
and an open copy of Robert Ellsmere."
SHE TRIED TO TELL THE TRUTH.
81 will try and tell you the truth, said
Mrs. Hetsch, leaning gracefully back into
the rocker in which she sat, while she
occasionally plucked a grape between her
sobs and sighs. 81 have tried to do my
duty, but l have failed. Oh, why don't
he Gomez"
How long have you been married,
Mrs. Hetch. l asked, land who is your
husbandp
All, UOA y ukO " bhlh tpOuu bA1Ac
matter. Mr.. Hetsch is engaged in the
broom business at No. $40 Canal street,
New York.
/ met him for the first time at the
Brooklyn Theatre. the night it burned
down, you remember. Let's see. That
was some time, l forget what year. We
were married on the 7th of February,
1887, at No. IS Willow street, Brooklyn,
by the Rev. S. B. Halliday.
81 understand you are an authoress and
actressg" l said. "Were you playing
with Kate Claxton at the time the thea
tire burned down?p
TENDER WITNESSES.
'sNo. Mr.. Hetsch followed me to the
theatre that night. We were introduced
by mutual friends. Here is q lily" con-
tinued the lady, reaching for well-worn
album near by, "all crushed and faded
vet faithfully preserved"
In another album Mrs. H etsch pointed
to an inscription which was phrazed as
follows and signed by her husband
With much love--to my Little Flower. OF all
that have done and said how little can now
recall forgotten things to one dead with thee,
thy Iove-thou knoweSt all.
Aug. nth, 1880.
"Haye you been upon the stage since
your marriage?"
''Oh, yes; but not for some years. Hast
played Ophelia in Uncle Toms Cabin
some years ago in Saginaw, Michigan"
"Did your husband objectY
'sOh, no, got tired of that kind of life
and came back home. He did not treat
me right, SO was obliged to leave him
and run off to Oswego, N. Y. He followed
me and came back with him."
''How long have you lived here in Jer-
sey City.
Mrs Hetsch drew her hand, upon one
finger of which she displayed massive
gold wedding ring, inscribed inside
with her initials and ito my wife''-)
across her forehead as though she were
daZed.
Glancing down at her stockinged feet,
she suddenly remembered herself and
said, confusedly: Excuse me. forgot.
You may object to stocking feet. Re
member, while ! am an actress, | am
simply woman"
And Mrs Hetsch reached for a hand
some high heeled pair of buff and patent
leather slippers in which she hurriedly
encased her feet.
A BUNDLE OF LETTERS.
Then she crossed the room, and, bring
ing forth carefully wrapped package of
letters. she unfolded them and handed
some of them to me to read. They were
from Western theatrical managers, law
yers and clerks of the large hotels of Gin
cinnati and Chicago.
sThese," she said, ''tell story" They
were merely set of love letters. full of
gushing love for "ny pretty little May"
Fmy sweet Flower" ETC., etc. read
several.
One was signed 'Nibby," clerk of the
st. James Hotel, Cincinnati; another by
an alleged member of Thatcher, Primrose
and Vests minstrels.
Mrs. Hetsch denied that she was an
authoress, beyond occasionally scribbling
for various periodicals..
In response to my enquiries as to how
long ago trouble first began to brew be-
tween them, Mrs. Hetsch gave me an in
timation that the subject was painful
and that she did not want TO talk about
1t.
''The first open rupture was some years
age, when he exchanged pocketbooks with
me-taking mine, we'll filed, and giving
me worn and empty one. That said
he, lis good enough for - | cannot
speak the word. Since then we have fire.
quently quarrelled
II don't know my own mind. Some
times / want him to come. AT others /
feel as though l would rather live on
bread and water and sleep on a pine
board than endure this thraldrom apaid
partial luxuries.
Mr.. Hetsch has a parrott and two
canaries of which she is passionately
fond. After exhibiting some of the tricks
she had taught them, she bade me into
the parlor to look at her framed marriage
certificate.
The parlor walls are decorated with
pictures and bric-a-brac. Mrs. Hetsch
sat down to rosewood upright piano
and played, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul. y
/ turned to go. l found the door had