Omaha daily bee., 1889-06-19

She was married in 1905, and he met
her for the first time after that event in
1908, dining at Annesley by invitation
of the husband. OF that interview he
wrote, in 1911, this:
I've seen my BRIDE anothers bride
Have seen her seated by his side
Have seen the infant which she bore
Wear the sweet smiles the mother wore
When she and in youth have smiled,
And fond and faithless as her child
Have seen her eyes IN cold disdain,
Ask il felt no secret pain;
And have acted well my part,
And made my check belle my heart,
Returned the freezing glance she gave,
Yet felt the while that womans slave;
Have kissed, as if without 6esign,
The babe which ought to have been mine,
And showed, alas in each caress
Time had not made me love the less.
Long years after his land her)
UNHAPPY MARRIAGE
he wrote this:
My NJ. A. C.-Alas! why do say my?
Our union would have healed feuds in which
blood has been shed by our fathers. 1t would
have joined lands broad and rich; it would
have joined at least one heart and two per-
sons not ll-matched in years; and and, and
what has been the result.
The drive from Newstead takes YOU
within sight of Annesley Hall and one
chimneys aud gables of the mansion
which was once the home of Byron's
Mary. 1t is sight not easily forgot
ten.
Everybody at all familiar with
Byronlc literature is aware that her
marriage was no happier than his. How
much more unhrppy, how much worse,
in many ways, very few know. Byron,
bad as he may have been as husband.
was an angel compared with the man
Tor devil) to whom Mary Chaworth
linked her fate. His name was John
Musters-familiary known as jack
the country. Even at the age of 50,
when my informant first knew him, he
was matchless specimen of physical
manhood. Tall and perfectly formed,
easy and elegant In every movement,
with herculean strength and "a tongue
that could charm the birds out of the
trees,n no wonder that the girl of Is was
fascinated by him when he was in the
fine flush of youth. Jack Musters was
renowned as the best rider, the best
jumper, the best dancer and the best
pugilist in the whole Nottingham region
On a certain occasion, however, he met
his master in the manly art of self-de-
fense." There was a chimney-sweep in
the town who. in addition to that busi-
ness, was professor and practicer of the
aforesaid art, and never missed an op-
portunity to improve himself therein.
He had long desired to have a fistlc dis
cussion with Jack Musters, but of course
the aristocratic gentleman would not
try the gloves or bare knuckles with the
sweep. So the latter devised the in
genious MISUNDERSTANDING the char
acter of the man with whom he had to
deal. He one day walked out to Annesley
Hall, duly equipped with piscatorial
paraphernaila and deliberately
SAT- DOWN TO FISH
in the private fish pond of the proprie-
tor, which was at little distance from
and in full view of the mansion. Mus
ters, happening to look out of the win
dow, saw the sooty [Zaak Walton drop
ping his line in pleasant, but prohibit
ed places; and, taking a heavy horse
whip, proceeded to interview in hostile
fashion. Mr. Sweep, watching for n
bite in the pond, got tremendous one
ly he was expecting this hot reception,
and was ready to reciprocate, for the
lash had hardly touched him before he
hit out from the shoulder with his
Fright" and sent his antagonist "to
grass in very handsome style. Cen
tleman Jack-game to the core-picked
himself up. laid aside his whip,
threw off his coat. told Sooty to do
likewise and a battle began then and
there which lasted with sew
eral rests for renewal of wind--nearly
two hours. Finally Jack ''tbrew upthe
SPONGE" confessed himself fairly
took him into the house, gave him n
glass of wine and also free and full
permit to fish in that pond as long as
he lived. So Sooty retired, somewhat
bruised and battered, but with all the
honors OF victory and championship
also with better wine in his stomach
than he had ever tasted before, besides
the perpetual fishing privilege, which,
| believe, he was too chiyalrous to eX-
erciSe.
The reporter, to whom ] am so much
indebted, in one OF his many business
visits to Annesley, was admitted to the
bed room OF the owner. Being young
and curious in those days he used his
eyes vigorously and saw all that was to
be seen. The dressing-table was COW
cred with the various articles usually
employed to resist, or conceal, the raw
ages OF an inexorable time. There were
rouge, powder, oil, pomade, and every
thing else in that line; showing that
the veteran Adonis-then verging on
thrce-score-knew how to equip him
self for the service of Venus.
But altogether the most remarkable
feature of the apartment were
THE FoRTIFICATIoNs.
Heavy iron gratings protected every
window. and every door had as many
locks and bolts as a prison cell. it was,
in short, regular fort, from which the
occupant could not be dislodged, or even
reached, without "A siege; and there
were preparations for anticipated attack
warlike material. Why should John
Musters, esq, rich, well-born and we'll
bred, go into this combination
OF citadel and dungeon to
sleep? The answer discloses the
Is it any wonder that the prince OF
| devils, John Musters, esq, was obliged