Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-08-15
SHE BRAVELY HOLDS THE FORT.
Goodwin Wants the Big, Handsome House,
but Cannot Get 1t.
NAT IN A MESSENGER BOY DISGUISE

lest men In Buffalo. Her maiden name was
Nella Baker. Last September she sued for
separation on the ground of desertion.
This week Nat Goodwin began to show
his teeth. He wrote letter to Charles H.
Baker. Mrs. Goodwin's brother, who has
been living with her for some time, to afford
her both protection and companionship, for
she seldom goes out:
DEAR SIR-I received your sisters answer
to what we talked about. Ny house and fur
niture, etc., must be subject to my disposal
no later than Monday next, and you and
yours will be notified of same through your
attorneys. 1 shall call with the parties who
nave leased my property on Monday next at
IL o'clock, and trust it will be in proper
readiness to receive its tenants, and l shall
n'O ii' ''S'A''0 pi"'e0 LII Nfr ny S.f 9. GOODWIN.
MRS. GOODWIN STANDS FIRM.
Mrs. Goodwin decided that in this par
ticular instance possession was nine points
of law" She sent for a locksmith, who
changed the lock on the front door, which is
protected by outer doors of glass. An extra
chain and bolt were also put on the door.
Then she discharged her servants, in case
bribery should make them forget their 10y
atty to her.
Mrs. Goodwin's ordeal came last Monday
when the electric bell on the front door
sounded. Mr.. Baker was watching the
brown stone stoop. Leaning on his shoulder
was Mrs. Goodwin, wearing white silk
wrapper, but not whittier than her face, pale
from nervous excitement. They saw Nat
Goodwin try his latch-key in the lock,
which, of course, did not yield to it. Then
he walked down 4he stoop and turned the
corner. In a few minutes Goodwin re-
turned, and with him the very fellow who
had changed the locks on the front door.
'Speak to him, Charles" whispered Mrs.
Goodwin, breathless and trembling, to her
brother. Young Baker raised the sash of
the parlor window to the left of the stoop.
''The doors are locked" he said to Good
win, who turned around and glared at him.
"My sister has the keys and 1 cannot admit
you"
GOODWIN GROWS FRANTIC.
"You -" shrieked Goodwin, and
with these insulting words, grabbed the
locksmith's hammer and aimed a blow at
either his brother-in-law or at the window.
In his wild fury he struck the glass in the
upper sash. 1t was very thick plate glass,
and it resisted Goodwin's first attempt and
the second and the third, for he continued
to shower blows on it.
AS the stout pane broke, leaving great
jagged hole, Baker cried to his sister:
"Well, you as owner of the house show
yourself" One of the flying bits of sharp
glass had cut Mrs. Goodwin's hand, and the
blood was dropping from it, making GRIM
son stain on the white silk of her gown.
She took two hurried steps to the window,
and, leaning out, looked at the comedian.
She had not laid eyes on him before for
seven months.
'.Nat," said his wife, struggling with her
feelings and making every effort to speak
calmly, "you said my brother had no right
to keep you out of here, but have, and
you can not come in"
A HEATED ARGUMENT.
''This is my house." broke out Goodwin.
'No, Nat" answered his wife, ''it's
mine''
'sMy lawyers told me to do this" retorted
the husband.
"Well I am sorry for them,' returned
Mrs. Goodwin, ''for you have lost by it,
Then she pulled down the window. Good
win seemed to lose all control of himself
He was perfectly sober, but he flung one
coarse epithet after another at his wife.
He turned to one young man standing by
and offered him money to raise the parlor
window. Mrs. Goodwin raised it herself
eff you touch that window" she said,
sI'l have you arrested, and she sent the |
watchman who was in guard after police |
man.
boy" exclaimed Goodwin, turning to a |
little fellow. "I'll give you so cents to hoist
that window"
The lad put his knee on the edge of the
stoop and began to climb over it, when up |
came the watchman and policeman.
"Now, here's your policeman" said |
Goodwin to his wife; "what are you going |
to do with him?"
sT want protection" said the wife, whose |
neither lip was trembling, and who was
about to break down. u want that man to |
go away"
"Come with me-" said the policeman to |
the actor, "and will tell you what to do |
about this" Goodwin and the officer walked |
down West End avenue together.
MATS PARTING SHOT.
Still boiling with anger, Goodwin re-
turned once MORE this time alone. Young
Baker was at the basement door, which was |
of hammered iron heavy enough to guard |
the entrance to a prison. The windows of |
the basement are shielded, too, by iron bars
Goodwin walked up as near as he could |
get to Baker and impatiently shook his fist
at him.
'I'll bring a platoon of men in the morn
ing" he cried 'and I'll batter down that
door. I'll throw you in the river, you"
Then he went away, and did not come
back that day. On tuesday night Mrs. |
Goodwin learned that her husband would
make second onslaught Young Baker
slept in the parlor that night, and, with a
special officer his sister had engaged, was
prepared for all corners.
Early in the morning they sent for car
penters, who, after putting few more
chains not only on the glass front doors, but
on the oaken doors behind them, barricaded
the entrance with stout sticks braced
against the sides of the vestibule.
Last night the garrison comprised Mrs.
Goodwin, her sister and her brother. At
1925 the inmates were aroused by a ring at
the door. Looking from the window they
letter. Baker went to the basement door
and received it through the iron-barred
gate, guarding the area.
The messenger boy was Nat Goodwin in
disguise, hoping to effect an entrance, in
which he failed.
SATAN'S BEST MODEL.
Mrs. Goodwin in speaking of her hus-
band said: "Satan turned out his best
handiwork when he modelled Nat Goodwin"
In her petition for. alimony, when she
asked for separation, Mrs. Goodwin stated
that her husband owned plays worth $780,
BOO; that the house she lives in is worth
SAC, 900; that Goodwin owns securities worth
800, ,000 that he has an income of from $780,
200 to $50, 900 year, and that he has made
$50, 600 on The Nominee" alone since last
In his answer the comedian said that his
income was less than 5,000 He had made,
ne acknowledged, $4,000 in one year, but
ne had made as little as $1,000 in one
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