The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-10-12
BROADBRIM'S N. Y. LETTER.


BROADBRIM'S n. Y. LETTER
Nowhere in the world are the sharp con
trasts of life greater than in large city
and in no city in the world are they great
or than they are in New York. Within
pistol shot of Wall Street, with It's tower
ing buildings, rich in costly marbles, it:
banks, its exchanges and its thousands Of
millions Of capital, can take you into the
dsns of the river pirates who lie hid away
during the day, and at night swarm like
Rhouls upon the river which every day
gives up some of their dark and bloody
secrets; but the lips of the victims are
sealed forever; for the river pirate believes
in that cid tried motto, "dead men tell nc
tales" But it is not of the river pirate
that care to speak to-day to illustrate the
sharp contrasts of life in New York. A
circumstance took place here on Thurs.
day which does that beyond the power Of
any mortal pen to describe. On that day
Rich6eld Springs was all ablaze, for EN-.
mona Blaine, the son of the Secretary oi
State, was going to wed the rich heiress Of
Cyrus Mccormick, whose fortune Is uI
among the millions, and whose beauty and
accomplishments are not her smallest dow.
er. Never was illustrated with greater
power the text, "To him that hath shall
ha nj al lie
ents have been rolling into the home of the
bride, Yieing in costliness and beauty with
the rich dover of great princess. Gold
and jewels were showered upon her. and
even from across the sea came the freight
of rich argosY bearing precious gifts.
Distinguished visitors from all parts of the
country hastened to the nuptials to offeI
their congratulations to the daughter-in'
law of the great Secretary of State, and
suppliants for official favor almost beggaret
themselves to prove their devotion to hi,
son. 1t was great day for the Blaines
and 1t was greater day for the McCor
micks, for at a single bound they haC
sprung into social position second only
to that Of the President OF the United
States himself. who by the way was no
present, neither did he send any sign o.
recognition. Joy, ell JOY to the bride anC
groom. Let us hope that the light ant
joyous bark which ON that day was launch
cd on this periless sea of life may weather
all its storms and after blessed years o.
happiness find the safe haven of rest which
We all hope to reach at last.
But while the bride was walking up tn,
aisle Of the village church, leaning on thu
arm OF her brother, 10 the splendid marcel
from Lohengrin, and the eager crowt
pressed forward to the altar TO hear toe
Auptial blessing, scene was being enacted
in New York pathetic enough to make
angels weep, and which perhaps was the
closing act of sorrowful young life; fol
she, too, had been a fair bride crowned
with orange blossoms, and that not in the
leng ago. While the happy bride and
green were speeding by special train &C
Bar Harbsr, an ambulance drove up to the
house of Doctor Doremus on Lexington
Ave-, and two stout men bore down the
stairs the apparently lifeless body of one
who had opce been young and beautiful,
but whose pinched face now told a story
Of suffering and agony btterer than the
waters of Marah. The sky was black and
threatening, the rain pattered down cheer.
lessly as the two men laid their lifeless
burden in the ambulance, and the few
curious stragglers that had stopped at the
sight Of the hospital carriage asked, Who
is she? No enc appeared to know, and no
one appeared to care. To nurses in the
ambulance 1t was an every day affair." there
was no name, she was simply No. IT, 20,
signifying that she was the seventeenth
whe had been taken up by that ambulance
on the 26th day of September. A tap of
the gong, and the ambulance sped on its
way tO the Percival fats in Vest Forty
second street, where home had been pro-
vided for her by charitable friends, for,
alas. she was homeless and penniless in
this gieat city, but for the friends who
provided her with kindly shelter on that
stormy night. Who was shes Why, she
was the dauGhter.in-law of the great Sec
retary who that morning had seen his eld-
eat son married to the rich Chicago heir
ess, and the wife Of the dapper young
gentleman who stood smiling on the right
Of the altar while the priess pronounced
the holy blessing, saying, "Whom the
Lord hath joined together, .et no man put
Rsunder." Did James G. Blaine, jr.,
think of that when the organist struck up
the wedding marchs Did he think of an
other young bride crowned with orange
flowers? Perhaps AlaIl alasl thisi a
strange world, and truth is stranger than
fiction.
forgot the other day to mention cir
eumstance which filled me with thankful
ness, and could not help exclaiminR with
the colored minister at Richmond, De sun
do move, shua. When a man has been in
the wrong, he should acknowledge il like
a man, and with humility confess haYe
put my royal foot in il when speaking
about the liquor dealers. With sorrow /
confess may have spoken of many of
them a. outlaws and reprobates, when in
point Of fact, if the Rochester papers are
T. be believed, they are all Of them church
members in good standing. The account
Of the opening Of the cOnyention moved
ne 10 tears, and could not help rejecting
What a rsprObAts had bssn nysslf in
ssnpaslssn with thsss S1ssllsnt nsR.