Omaha daily bee., 1889-06-10
ASERPENT' MID THE FLOWERS.
A Partisan Dances Fatal Passion
for Young Botanist.
SHE soorHEo HIS DYING HOURS
The Queer Complications Cupid
Wrought in the Lives of Four
Peoplc-A Gypsy's
Love.
Little Romances.

matte story OF Paris lady who has
just committed suicide at Gennovilliers,
a suburban town.
Accomplished and beautiful to an
extraordinary degree, Nine. Marot
had reached her thirty-eighth year,
with her purity still unsullied. The
idol OF an eifectionate husband and
charming family, she has long been one
OF the most delightful members of that
select circle which still adheres
to blood as the sine qua non OF admis
sion to its ranks.
pAbout year ago Nine. Marot made
the acquaintance at the house of one
her friends OF yodng man who, like
horself, was an ardent botanist, of
poetic temperament, and possessed OF
exceptionally pleasing manners. The
acquaintance ripened into friendship
OF u platonic character, and the young
man became frequent visitor at the
Marot mansion, M. Marot taking quite
as much to the agreeable young man as
his wife had done. Nothing could have
been more arcadian in it's simplicity
and more suggestive Of the innocence
of primeval Eden. They arranged to
fly together and write M. Marot full
confession of their guilty affection
for each other. Gennevilliers was
selected by the couple as their
future home, as there was little chance
of meeting former acquaintances in the
quiet town. Having hired and fur
nished simple villa for her reception,
M. Jadon carried out the programme
as arranged, and the following day M.
Marot received "a letter informing him
OF the event and dealing him q blow
which shattered forever his belief in
human nature, and turned his hitherto
sweet and amiable disposition into that
Of a cynical and hopeless monomaniac.
M. Jadon proved soon the truculent ma
ture of his disposition, and had scarcely
possessed himself of the treasure he
had SO furiously coveted before the
spell OF its attraction began to wane.
In very short time he became cool and
lnattentive to the woman who had sac
riiced everything to crafty his caprice,
and three months after their first ap-
pearance in Gennevilliers he left the
town without even vouchsafing her a
word as to his intentions.
Nine. Marot then appealed to her
husband in a pathetic and entirely
truthful letter, whose piteousness could
scarcely have failed to wiring forgive
ness from her outraged lord had he ever
read it, but the letter, with a number
of others which followed it, was re-
turned with the terrible words, IRE
fused at their destination" branded ON
by the official stamp. Stung to- despair
by the utter hopelessness of her situa-
tion, Nine. Marot finally decided on
that last resort of the hope-bereft NOR
tai, suicide. The servant was Mortified
one morning to discover her mistress
dead when she went to awaken her.
The police were summoned, and it was
discovered that an overdose of NOR
phine had effected her release from
troubles which had become unbearable.
A letter addressed to her mother, a
widow, living at Cannes, explained the
matter entirely, and a few days later
she was buried in the quiet little ceme-
terry, without q friend to follow her
coffin to the grave.
Some twenty odd years ago George e.
McKlbben, a lusty young fellow full of
hope and promise, was growing up with
the country in San Francisco. A pretty
young woman from Salt Lake City ee-
tered the scene, and soon Cupid han
done his work and the young folks werd
engaged. The course of young love did
not ripple along as smoothly as might
be expected, and the usual lovers
quarrel that is part and parcel of every
eternal vow of constancy made breach
between the two hearts that beat as
one, and the engagement was broken.
Shortly after the girl went one way and
the young man the other, and the world
logged on as of yore.
McKibben married and his first love
married, and in their respective
hearths the image of the other was for
gotten. Then Mrs. McKibben died,
and, strange to say, his, early love was
made n widow about the same time. Yet
neither knew OF the others affairs at
the time, and when later an attractive
woman crossed McKibben's path he
wooed and won her and made her Mrs.
McKibben the second. His old Salt
Lake girl had in the meantime not been
idle. A handsome young fellow laid his
hand and fortune at her feet, she mar
ried a second time and lived a happy
wife until typhoid fever carried off her
loving spouse, and once more she was q
widow.
On March 90 last, Mr.. McKibbenn
was granted an absolute divorce from
his second wife in Los Angeles, Cal. h,
and came east to live. The once Salt
Lake City girl, now a 'matron fair and
stately" again met Mr.. McKibben, and
once moro Cupid played his pranks.
The quarrel was made up, and McKib-
ben found he was talking to Mrs, Sa-
rah M. Lawrence. The day was fixed
upon, the ring bought, aud a kiss sealed
the bargain. Friday, Clerk Bird in
Philadelphia issued the marriage
license, and George Il. McKibben, aged
forty-six, and Sarah M. Lawrence, aged
forty-four, are by this time man and
wife.
The Pittsburg Times thus describes a
somewhat peculiar wedding that took
place IN that city: Samuel r. Welser,
aged seventy-two, Edith Pearl Wilson,
aged fifteen, were joined in the holy
bonds OF wedlock. About two hundred
invitations had been issued, aud the
rooms, which were profusely decorated
with flowers and evergreens, were filed
with throng of guests.
The ceremony was to take place at
$3.50 o'clock. but owing to the delay OF
the minister's arrival, it was consider
ably later when the knot was tied. To
wedding march from Beethoven, per-
formed on the piano, the couple entered
tho parlor and stepped under wreath
OF ivy, being preceded by Mrs. Annie