The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1892-01-24
SALT LAKE SOCIETY
Sad Story of a Former Society
Star.
TALE OF THE WHITE SULPHUR
The Past Week Has Been Quiet But the Big
Assembly Fall is to Create
Stir

On the door you will not enter have gazed too
long Adieu.
Hopes withdrawn her peradyenture, Death is
near me- and not you.
-Brouaing.
There was young man stopping ct the
Knutsford hotel last week whose days are
so closely numbered that what remains to
him may be accounted perhaps as are
those which number the existence of Ma
tures most ephemeral productions. His
stay was comparatively a brief one here,
but despite that fact society discovered
him and pressed him with unusual vigor to
enter its extended doors. Alas! He was
compelled to decline, and Salt Lake had to
forego the pleasure of meeting one whose
Distinguishing courtesy and splendid social
attachments, aside from even his connec-
tons, made him a marked figure in eastern
society few years ago. He has gone now,
into the land that is flooded with golden
sunshine, the land of the yellow poppy,
where the harsh winds make a detour, and
the fields are carpeted with beautiful
flowers the year round. ] wish that l
might add that southern California held
promise Of his recovery, but know too
well what TO expect The balmy breezes of
the Pacific are tanning a new life into his
breast he telegraphed me, but each day
fear to hear that my friend has gone to
Join the one woman he ever cared for.
! can never forget his wan and wasted
form as l last parted with him, nor the hol-
low cheeks, flushed and hectic, as my friend
babe Inc good bye There was something
so touching in the mans quiet resignation,
something so noble in his character some
thing so infinitely sad in his history, that
h. 20 Of h,1.,
a cowardly tear as ! clasped his hand in
farewell, knowing that he was going to die
amio the orange groves where every thing
combines TO instill love of life into man.
Think of it. He is wealthy beyond dreams
of riches, and his home in far-away New
York state, up F'ordham way, is tilled with
al that art. culture and wealth can give TO
make it beautiful besides which his proud
old father and mother think there never
was such another "boyn as theirs. And
they are right. He is jewel
in natures diadem. / CHANGED to
mention one or two needy families in this
city while he was here, and his purse
strings were cut at once. The contents
fell in blessed shower.
Shall l tell you his story? If l do I can
not tell you his name.
1t was in the summer of 1850 that l first
met him at the White Sulphur springs in
Virginia, the Mecca of the fashion of two
hemispheres. 1t was the same year that
Miss Mary - of Norfolk created such a
stir. She was the debutante of the
White that year. l do not care to go into
ecstasies over her bringing out, sufficient
TO know that the "White' approved her
more heartily than any other debutante
for years. She was very fragile and
spirituelle, even then, with something so
divinely sweet about her that l frequently
caught myself wondering whence such a
beautiful blossom sprapg
My friend was with her constantly at
the White. and long before the season
ended their engagement was announced.
Could the rustic Seats the walks, and the
trees around Nirginia's most charming re-
sort tell the accumulated stories Of the last
century, 1 fancy they would tell no
sweeter tale of love and courtship than that
of the most unpretentious, unaffected pair
of people / ever met They were made for
each other, surely. They lived the sweetest
life ever known of. They never had a
selfish thought, but gave up the greater
part Of the time SO dear to lovers to their
friends. Respect mingled with every
thought they had for each other and
blended tremendously with perfect love,
and while there was no affectation of con-
cealment, there was never any appearance
of 'gush.n
l happened to be in Norfolk, Va, year
ago and my friend had come from New
York just at that time TO visit lis fancee at
her home. l met him at the hotel that
night and he looked so old and broken that
] was greatly shocked. He asked me to go
10 his room with him and / did so. AS We
entered he threw himself upon tie bed and
sobbed as If his heart woul2 break. BY
and by he grew calm and tolg me the sad
dest story l think / ever heard. Consump-
ton had claimed his pretty sweetheart and
she was doomed. The doctors had told her
that she could not live more than a year
and she had sent for him to tell him the
story and Ito set him free" Loving her
with an intense generosity he insisted on
marrying her at once. She would not hear
of it. and he grew obstinate in his demands
to be allowed to take her as his Every
own" and fly with her to some land where
no rough wind could breathe upon her
even. Some thought of the future made
the fond, weak heart strong, strong IN its
sense of right, and she told her lover that
she had resolved to go into the shelter of
the st. Vincent de Saul TO spend her re-
naming days among the sisters.
She did so. Cut herself adrift from the
world and him whom she loved beyond all
worlds, believing in her simple way that to
thus remove herself would aid him after
the first great sorrow was over. l think il
broke her heart. She died in less than six
months.
Win you believe it, in such a prosiac
ages My friend crept back to her grave
when the others had all left, and stretching
himself out upon it lay there until hi:
distracted father found him in the small
dank hours OF the morning. He W as i'll fol
a long time after this.
am almost afraid to say it-no. l an