The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-11
a soaRoW-CaUsHFD LIFE.
Sad Ending of Southern Belle's I'M
posing and Happy Marriage.
Fronl ihe 81. Louis Chronicle.

posing ana happy Marriage.
From the st. Louis Chronicle.
There is low, sunken grave in the pot
ters' field Of st. Louis that has a strange
and sad history.
There rests all that is mortal Of young
and beautiful woman, whose happy and
splendid marriage some years ago in the
sunny south was proclaimed "a wedding In
high life.n
1t was the grandest wedding at that time
since the war, in a prosperous part Of the
country, and the occasion was gracsd with
all the splendor that wealth, influence and
fashion could bestoW.
The scene was one of those superb south
ern homesteads on fine plantation, as val
liable as barOnial estate in Europe, and
where the customs and traditions Of the
palmy days Of the south still fiourished.
Ih)se present represented the exclusive
elite OF Memphis and New Orleans, and the
grace, beauty. wit and talent of two Of the
proudest, wealthiest, most cultured and
aristocratic counties of De Soto and Pamela
OF the state of Mississippi.
The star Of this bright and admirable as
semblage was the young and beautiful bride.
She seemed born to be thing Of beauty and
a joy forever.
ssShe was typically southern; dark OF eye,
fair of brow and low of voice; gentle,
though gay Of manner, a high-born grace
IN every movement-the daughter OF one OF
the proudeSt southern familiess
And the bridegroom He was handsome
and very agreeable. True, he was poor and
his business abilities were not ranked es-
pecially good; but the horn of plenty was
full on the other side. He came of an "old
family" and had the best social position,
and this counted much in that particular
wedding assembly. Then, too, southerners
are not merceuary. They are romantic,
and there US a fine flavor Of eaOtiu1apt in
this marriage feast, aud
All went merry as a marriage bell.
But who could foresee in the binding
lights OF the nuptial festivities that the OPP
ulent bride Of the sunny south passed be-
meath an arch of roses into a pathway Of
thorns that led TO Il pRuper's grave in the
potters field under the clouded skies of st.
Louis. Yet all this came true, and in a
short space of time, shorter probably than
had been the period Of couvtship.
Unmerciful disaster followed fast and
followed faster. Her parents died, fortune
was rapidly swept away, friends forgot OF
grew indifferent, sickness came. and long
suffering, and worst OF all, neglect, then
! dea.h!
The unfortunate husband succeed ed in
nothing; it may have been through sheer
| misfortune, possibly from waut.of energy
| and enterprise. Finally he came TO Sc.
Louis. seeking employment. and the noble,
sad wife was at his side, courageous and
willing 20 work herself, although fragile
and scarcely equal to the task of her family
duties.
| Poor, brave littls womanl How she
struggled against her physical weakness
| and its consequent depression of spirit! She
endeavored to make her little home as
cheerful as was in her power. No com
| plants were heard, no mutterings. There
| were no letters Of appeal to former friends,
| al bxy
| Once when she found relative was stop
ping in the city she called, and in her old
| sweet, hospitable way, asked her to come
and see them. The lady, thinking no doubt
to save bill, wont next morning with her
! trunk, bnt she hurried back to her hand
some quarters and remarked scornfully to
one she knew Of the poverty she had met in
| that humble but hospitable home where,
! she said, There was nothing to eat"
| Sorrow, at last, crushed the wife, and she
| finally sank under the accumulated weight
and laid down on her poor bed to die, with
| none TO minister to her.
| Two lovely. thy boys wept at her death
| bedside, though unconscious of the meaning
of DEATH
The end came. The bride OF opulence was
| dying in poverty. She whom hosts of
| friends had gathered around on her we'd
| ding day was on the day OF her death alone
| and neglected.
| VI dlA tHc nuu1erOuS CnEOuS bnaL assem- DIED
! to celebrate her nuptials, lady living In
st. Louis was alone perhaps, nearest to her
in death, though not by her side. So near
may two paths be IN great city, yet not
touch, so near together had they walked
aud yet not met, that she knew nothing of
her being there, nothing OF her sad death
| aud lonely burial until she chauced TO hear
it all from one they both had known. after
she was beyond the reach OF human consola-
ton.
Linda Oliver, for that was the name of
the bride, lies to-day III an unmarked grave.
And what of the husbands Married
again. He welded another heiress, a cousin
| n hcr rrl1n Iicn il II ILL