Los Angeles daily herald., 1889-03-28
NOT WE'LL MATCHED.
Unhappy Experiences of a
Married Couple.
AN INTERESTING CLIMAX.
A young Man from Boston" I'm
Willingly Brought into the
Affair-Suit Probable.

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affair that has just eliminated in the
Moro Castle, on Main street. One of the
principals is Will English, man
reputed to be worth $4,000, and the
other is his wife Mamie, to whom he
was joined in matrimony come two
years ago. If the lady's story is true,
and presumably it is, her husband
has scored out that part of his mar
riage vow where love is mentioned.
She affirms that he is morphine fiend,
drunkard and also that most disagree
able character of all, a wife-beater.
When and where they first met is not
publicly known, the first records regard
ing them being when they were running
a large boarding establishment on the
line Of the Atlantic and Pacific Railro ad
in Arizona. From there they removed
to Los Angeles and, after trying one or
two habitations, finally pitched their
tent in the Moro Castle. According to
her own account, Mrs. English's expert.
ence5 in that place with her husband
were of nature that few women would
have endured. She affirms that during his
drunken fits he not only beat her,
but threatened on more than one occasion
to take her life, the manner in which he
contemplated the deed being expressed
by himself as "cutting her heart out"
Anyhow, it would appear that it was
siege of terror as far as she was con-
cerned, and about three weeks ago she
states that he treated her in q most
brutal manner. Her arms were then
bruised and cut by him, and her face
also showed evidences of the savagery as
well as the indignity she had expert
enced, in addition to which her wardrobe
met with disaster, for she says that. in q
drunken frenzy, English attacked
it with a large knife, with disastrous
results to a sealskin sacque and other
valuable articles of apparel. On that
occasion fearing that he might during
the night carry his oft-uttered threats
into execution she left the apartments
they had rented and sought a place of
refuge in an untenanted room on the
next floor. English followed in hot pur-
suit, however, and succeeding in locat-
ing her in her new quarters induced her
to return to their own chambers. This
little episode laid the foundation of a
humorous incident connected with the
tragic occurrences of Tuesday night last.
English came home in the afternoon of
that day with evidences that he
had been offering sacrifice at the
shrine of Bacchus, and was armed with
quart bottle of Kentucky o. P. S., with
which to further pursue his devotions
when in his own tabernacle. Things
began to get SO remarkably lively as the
evening wore on, that his wife decided to
adopt her former plan of action and seek
shelter from his unwelcome advances by
occupying room for the night in an
other part of the building. The hostelry
being, however, we'll filed, for Mrs.
Nelson's excellent management has
made it one of the most popular places in
town, she was offered accommodation for
the night in the landlady's own room on
the third floor, and this she gladly ac-
cepted.
AT THE WRONG ROOM.
Meantime Mr.. English had gone out
to see few friends, and on his return
made straight for his room on the first
floor where he expected to find his wife
waiting for him. He turned the door
knob but the lock refused to give way
and ne realized that he was barred out.
Being man of hasty action he did not
bother about getting another key at the
Office below, but converting himself into
battering-ram, launched his foot with
all its kicking power at the door. The
frail structure yielded, and with smile of
satisfaction English strobe into the room.
He stood aghast a moment when he saw
that his wife was not there, but the
thought suddenly struck him that she
had betaken herself to the apartment
that she had occupied on the occasion of
her previous desertion. Thither went
the husband as fast ss his feet could
carry him, and reaching the room he
knocked rather noisily ON the door.
"Who's thereP" said mans voice.
Alas English did not know that
during the day the room had been rented
to youg man Just out from Boston, or
else he would not nave acted as he did.
The sound of the male voice had sug-
gested to him that his wife was car
rying on some intrigue, and determined
to secure proof positive, he pursued
his former tactics, and soon another
door had yielded to the strength OF his
foot. The young man from Boston
jumped from his couch alarmed when
the siege opened, and thoughts of the
wild and woolly West as typified by
Buffalo Bill and the choice literature OF
the dime novel series flashed across his
brain. He seized his garments from the
backs of the chairs, where he had care
fully arranged them on retiring, and
stood prepared to run for his life as soon
as the door cayed in. He did not have
long to wait for the supreme moment,
and as English dashed in he dashed out,
and going downstairs at the rate of three
at time, lit out for the dim beyond.
Where he finally stopped is not known,
but as he has not been seen since, it is
probable that he has started on his way
back to Boston where he will doubtless
live evermore firm believer in the
savagery that enshrouds everything west
of the Rockies.
To return to English, it is stated that
finding that he was again foiled, he pro-
ceeded to find his wife by the sagacious
plan Of kicking in every door until she
was unearthed and would doubtless have
given work for the carpenters for many
days to come had not the missing lady
announced 4 herself. She had been
aroused from her slumbers by Young
Nelson, who ran to her room and told
her of the violent search her husband
was making. So, hastily robing herself
she ran out on the landing and called to
her "better half" On hearing her voice
English stopped his work of destruction
and, hastily reaching her side, demanded
that she at once return to their joint