The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1889-08-17


as he took his seat in Congress from the
most arlstocratic district in New York. 1t
was red letter day with John Morrissey
then. The Casino at Saratoga was in full
blast, and occasionally, in beautiful car
riage drawn by a pair of magnificent
horses, might be seen large snowy wo-
man, rich in silks and velYets, and res
plendent with diamonds and other costly
jewels. This was John Morrissey's wife,
the woman who was his fate, and who at
last broke the heart of her prize-fghting
and gambling husband. At all of the
great regattas of that season Mrs. Norris
sey was a conspicuous figure-made more
conspicuous by the marked absence of her
husband. AS John Morrissey grew rich
he wanted to forget his early life, but the
memory of IL chung to him like the shirt of
Nessus. His son, the idol of his heart,
disgraced him and completed his ruin, and
in his last extremity he went down TO
Florida to die. 1t was pitiful to see the
brawny giant, who was once the terror of
the most desperate gang in New York,
feebly hobbling along the hotel porch and
impatientlY waiting for death, It came at
last, most welcome; for though he had
piled up fortune and had had his name
placed among the representative statesmen
in the Capitol at Washington, he found
that his life was gigantic failure at the
end. The woman who fed on his weak
ness and folly deprived of his support,
soon sank to hopeless poverty: the rare
diamonds, the rubies and emeralds that
once dazzled and amazed the gaping crowd
soon found their way to the pawn shop
and their proceeds were wasted in the
same reckless riot, extravaganza and folly
that had been the curse of her husbands
life. But old age came creeping on at
ast,-the beauty that once captivated all
hearts and fed the vanity of its unfortun-
ate possessor faded and withered, and dire
poverty came knocking at the door. OF
the thousands of her husbands friends
who knew his domestic misfortunes, not
one would look at her to aid her, and now
she earns meagre living in her fathers
old homestead and despairingly awaits the
end. VANITY of yanities, saith the
preacher, all is vanity"
We are rid of John L. Sullivan for
time, though from the demonstration
made while he was here think there
would be no difficulty in nominating him
for Congress, or making him Mayor of New
York. My gracious! just think of It'll
For Lord Mayor: Hon. John L. Sullivan.
That would be go; but strange things
have happened in New York.
Nothing rejecting greater scandal on our
law courts has occurred in decade than
the divorce of Sheriff Flack. 1t reminds
one of the Ring Judges when Barnard,
Cardoza and McCunn sat on the Supreme
Bench and dragged the ermine of justice in
the mire,-when Jim Fisk and Bill Tweed
carried writs of injunction and mandamus
In their pockets, and, backed by the
judges, plundered the citizens of untold
millions.
Flack wanted TO get rid of his wife, 70
whom he had been married over thirty
years. Flack could find no cause for di-
vorce against his wife, so the only way to
secure what he desired was to get Mrs.
Flack to sue for divorce and give her
statutory cause. There was no difficulty
about getting all the necessary evidence
against Flack,-"for he'd been there be-
fore many time, but the main obstacle
in the way was that Mrs. Flack did not
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led cat-and-dog lite for many years, con-
sequent on Flack's indulging in little out
side amusements not exactly sanctioned by
the conventicle. She had no idea of Civ
ing Flack chance to marry some little
Miss Chit of eighteen or twenty, while she
was toasting her shins in a second-class
boarding house in the country. No, stree!
nothing of the sort; if there was to be
any Mrs. Flack she was going to be that
woman. But Flack was Sheriff of New
York, and Flack had pull with the
judges and lawyers, and the fact that Mrs
Flack didn't want divorce, did not stand
in the way bit. The judges, the lawyers
and all the rest of the gang fixed the thing
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knew where she was, she was divorced,
and Flack was ready for wife number two
Conspicuously figuring in the case is old
Nat Jarvis, the rascal who was placed in
possession by the courts Of seventy eight
thousand dollars belonging TO rich East
Indian Nabob who was adjudged lunatic.
Jarvis took the money ten years ago, and
no one has ever seen rupee of 1t from
that day to this. Mrs. Flack is going to
haYe the case reopened and fight the gang,
so that we may look for some interesting
revelations before the September ides.
The storm that swept the city last week
like an avenging angel has left our streets
cleaner than they haYe been for months
and saved our street cleaning contractors
thousands and thousands of dollars.
Realizing this, We are forcibly reminded of
the ancient adage, whats one mans
meat is another mans poison" Disasters
and misfortunes are all around us, but that
which brings sorrow to our neighbors is a
timely blessing TO New York.
One of the social sensations of the week
has been the arrival of Mrs. John w.
Aackay, the wife of the great Californian
millionaire, after the absence of several
years. During the years that Mrs. Mackay
has resided abroad, her house in Paris has
been the centre Of transatlantic American
hospitality. Providence has been bOuntiful
to John w. MackaY and his wife, but there
is not another pair on this planet who have
used Gods gifts more generously than they,
and it would be impossible to find man
and wife more thoroughly unspoiled by
their great fortune. The appeal of distress
and want has never reached them in vain,