The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1898-08-31


the marriage Of Judge Nackcy. to Miss
Sarah Lcnorc Curtis Mackey. daughter
Of former Judge Curtis. Of Stamford, at
the St Paul's Methodist church in East
Fifty fifth street. as told in the World
Wednesday. The lcgallooking document
Of five pages also purportS to show how
&c judge is to secure the annulment Of
his marriage with Miss Curtis, with
whom he has lived atNo 226 West One
Hundred and Fourteenth street.
,Of course did not write this of my
own volition The Judge dictated all Of
it to me- He made ne write it, said
the unhappy girl.
Il have longed for somebody to bare
my heart to, will tell the whole truth.
1t is not true that knew Judge Mack
cy was already a married man when |
was bound to him. While was board
ing in Washington last June he came to
live at the same house. He began to
pay court to me at once. He was the
most devoted lover | ever saw. Judge
Mackey has spent his life in devotions
to women. He knows how to captivatc
them.
Without interruption he sent me
flowers. candies, books, pictures. every
thing. He asked me to marry him. |
didn't accept at first He wrote to my
father, and then accompanied me home.
he was more constant in pressing his
suit than before
II remember one little episode in our
courtship that was nightmare to me.
1t should have been warning. We
were out for a walk. The judge knew
that was already engaged to Alexan-
der Spottswsod, of the Virginia Spots
woods, famous in the Golden Horse
Inn.
'He wanted to give me four months
probation to see if l truly loved him,
and was not thinking of Mr. Spotts-
wood, the Judge said l chatfed him
about this and limited that he, too,
might have another sweetheart, per
haps a wife, in his thoughts. He
flushed and exploded with anger. What
do you suspect me? / swear that I
never had a wife before, he exclaimed
dramatically.
After two weeks my mother said
that either ! must marry Judge Mackey
or that he must leave 'Cassilis, our
home in Charlestown. Ny sister, Mrs.
Washington. said: Why don't you
marry the Judge, Katharine, or let him
go?' So l gave up Mr.. Spottswood.
He was college student. He is now
in San Francisco I loved Mr.. Spots
wood. l never loved Judge Mackey.
He has won me through perseverance,
importantly. He was so desperately in
love with me that my mother actually
pitied him.
Il consented at last and we were
quietly married at my fathers com
Portable home Then We went to Wash
ington for three days. We went to
call at Miss Bells in Vermont avenue,
where we had formerly boarded. Miss
Bell stretched out her hand and drew
me near her to say something nice by
way of congratulation.
My husband was furious. Con
gratulations: what for?' he demanded.
Why, on your marriage, of course, re-
piled Miss Bell 1t is all in The Post.
We don't want any congratula-
tions, retorted Judge Mackey.
After reading the account Of our
wedding in The Post he said he OBJ
jectcd to Miss Bells congratulations
on the assumption that was the one
who was not to be congratulated.
Since then it has been stop and fly,
ever on the wing, east, west. The
judge appears to have plenty Of money.
| do not know where he gets it. lie
told me and my father that before he
was married he was worth 500, 600. We
believed him.
From Washington we came to New
York and stopped at the Hoffman
house. One night while We were there
my husband came in and very affec-
tionately put his arm around my neck.
Darling, | have something horrible to
whisper to you. You must be very
brave. he said. There is woman in
this city who calls herself my wife: and
to whom I was married in 1891.
I turned pale to the very lips. !
needed wine, and the judge gave it to
me. He has never been away from me
an hour since we were married.
II am prisoner in the sense that
the judge never permits me to leave
him.
"Oh, Cod exclaimed the girl with
child's face and heart, L am the
most unhappy woman on earth. What
shall lido? And yet I feel that | owe
duty to my husband. Sometimes |
think he wants to be kind to me. In
all this big city l have only two
friends. One is my brother. The other
is young Mr.. De Herburn SWashing.
ton, whom | used to know in the old
days.
Continuing with the narrative Of
their wandorings. Mrs. Mackey said
that from the Hoffman house they
went to boarding house on the east
side known as the Forman nouse.
Then they jumped to Pittsburg, where
she passed one o. the unhappiest
weeks, in her life. Then it was week
in Chicago, after which they went to
No. $40 Franklin street, Philadelphia,
as told in Wednesdays World.
My husband is jealous Of me. He is
afraid that will go to my brother in
Northport. The judge tears up my let,
ters and permits me to write only tc
certain people. 1t is not hypnotism
that holds me in my husbands grasp
As said, he won because he was per,
sistent."
At this point an expressman arrived
with note from the judge command.
ing Mrs Mackey to pack their trunks,
jump into cab and meet him at the
West Twenty-third street ferry at ! p.
m. to 20 to New Jersey.