The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-05-15

life went very well for the little beauty.
Here were. superb paintings and tapestries
and priceless bric-a-brac. over and over
again the devoted husband had his wife
painted by the greatest artists, Constant,
Duran Bonnat and Chartran painted her
in turn. n
But the greatest art treasure of all was
a marble group by Faiguiere, representing
Mrs. De La Mar reclining upon a couch
in exquisite folds of thin drapery, with
her little child by her side. and holding a
rose in her hand. De La Mar was ire
mendously proud of this and showed it to
his visitors. He preferred that they
should derive aristocratic pleasures from
Mrs. De La Mars beauty in this way
rather than by gazing on the original.
He had many photographs of 1t made and
distributed as he also did of the many
paintings of his wife.
De La Mars jealousy was ever on the
watch for the faintest cause of suspicion,
and at last it found one. year ago last
summer the De La Mars went 20 Axle
Bains, and while there were visited at their
villa by a welI-known New York business
man, who was arranging some business
scheme with Capt. De La Mar. He was
with the family a month, and naturally
admired the beautiful wife, who didn't re-
spond a bit more than was proper but was
lust amiable and sweet to him as she is to
everybody. OF course the captain was
jealous. He was jealous of every man who
ever looked at his wife from the first day
of their married life, when, at the Madison
avenue house, lie watched from little
room off the entrance hall every person
who entered to pay respects to his wife
and mother. If a man came, he dogged
him until he was out of the door and down
the steps,
The New York man went home and then
wrote some pretty letters to Mrs De La
Mar, with some gracefully turned SEN
fences in them about her beauty and her
grace. and there were some rather mean
things about the captains wild jealousy
and his generally unpleasant character
Mrs. De La Mar read these through and
tossed them into a drawer of her little
Louis Seize desk and forgot them.
The De La Mars then went off on beau
tiful Journey to Nice and Monte Carlo and
Rome and Cairo. The fame of Mrs. De La
Mars beauty had invariably gone before
Never was there such Juror created by
an American beauty. De La Mar was
proud and jealous by turns and abJectly
devoted. when his wife said she wished
she had a palace at Cairo, he said: You
can have it," and the hext day he bought
the land and the plans for a superb palace
were laid ont.
Then he was called TO Paris suddenly on
business Mrs. De La Mar and Mrs. Sands
followed slowly by way of Nice. The cap
tain was in The house in the Avenue du
Bots de Boulogne and he gazed fondly at
his wffe's little desk and fondied the little
trinkets on top. He was about to turn
away when a sudden curiosity seized him.
He wondered what his wife kept in that
desk and he picked open the little gilt
lock with is knife. There he found let
ters-just few letters-with United States
stamps on the envelopes.
He opened the letters. He read the let
tersI Love letters-he called them-and
signed by his friend That set him mad
He was in a fury. He walked the floor
ali night and when morning came he
rushed to a lawyers office and, flinging
the letters on the desk, commenced his
suit for divorce.
The case comes up soon in the French
courts, and De La Mar is shut up in his
house alone. refusing to see any one He IS
almost insane with grief and rage. Mrs.
Sands has begged to see him Poor, fright
ened little Mrs. De La Mar has written
pleading letters, which have been prompt
iy returned unopened, and she has called
at the house only to be turned away by
the man servant who guards the door.
She is broken-hearted and innocent but
her husbands insane jealousy is bound 10
wreck the happiness of her life and injure
her good name.