The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-07-15
BEREsFORD IS PATHETIC.
The SwindIer Writes His wife From
Georgia Convict Camp.
Inrnr,n H. ~ - ILL


Georgia Convict Camp.
From the New York World.
Maude Lascelles. the wife of w. s.
Beresford alias Lord Charles Beresford.
alias Sidney Lascelles, was visited yes
terday at her home in Yonkers by an
ambassador from her husband, who is
now serving time in convict lumber
camp at Kramer, Ga. Beresford, who in
time past has proven himself a most
accomplished impostor. was recently sem
fenced TO five years az hard labor for
forgery. He has professed repentance
for his offenses and a desire TO lead an
honest life. Many prominent persons in
Georgia believe he is in earnest, and have
asked the governor to pardon him. The
press throughout the state, with few ex-
cepuons, has favored his pardon.
1t was announced in the World a few
days since that Mrs. Beresford had be-
gun suit for an absolute divorce from
her convict husband. She is a charming
young woman, of aristocratic family, who
ran away from home and married Beres-
ford before she knew his true character.
Until recently she was loyal to him
through all his troubles in spite of the
protests of relatives and friends. What
seemed to her conclusive evidence Of his
inhdelity finally turned her against him.
Beresfords friends assert that they can
establish his innocence of the charge
of inhdelity, and that evidence in this
respect against him, If any exists, was
purchased and is black perjury.
Several attempts have been made in the
past few days by Beresford's friends to
place his letter in his wife's hands. She
Is SO surrounded by relatives opposed to
Beresford that the matter was a difficult
one. The friends did not dare to send the
letter by mail for fear it would be inter-
cepted. Yesterday, however, the letter was
placed in Mrs. Beresford's hands and read
by her in the presence of her husband's
representative. The letter is as follows:
Kramer, Ga, JulyS, 1895. My own Oar
ling Maude: would to God you could read
my heart as 1t goes out to you.
The mind hath thousand eyes,
The heart but one; "a
And the light Of a life dies out
When love is done.
There is never an hour in my life, wheth-
er awake or in sleep, but you fashion and
control my thoughts. While my own vi
cissitudes have been more than IT seems
possible to have borne, paramount to the
grief and remOrse which l experience is
my soicitude for you. The pangs which
know have stung your tender and pathetic
heart have contributed more TO my humtl-
iaton than all else.
That have repented all my past trans
gressions is sure and certain, and all my
future life shall be spent in honest, earn
est Christian, God-like endeavor to oblit-
crate the unhappy episodes of the past by
a spotless and blameless career inspired
always by an unrelenting and ceaseless
effort to make the pathway smooth and
peaceful for you.
If / had the power. hear heart, would
gather all the sunshine and send TO you
in this dark hour to brighten and cheer
the dhy. / speak no idle words.
yield not to impulse and deal in no ex-
travaganZa when l tell you that you still
control all that makes life dear to me
and you still remain my only hope and
guiding star.
you are the ocean TO the river OF my
thoughts which terminates ALL
l cannot believe you Will ever forget
the beginning of this terrible ordeal
when in New York city the first stigma
of shame was placed upon me. How
stanch, how true, how loving and de-
voted you were, and how you continued
to cling to me until our departure from,
Atlanta. / shall not tax you with long
and painful circumstances which have
come into my life. Since our sad parting