The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-11-26
is MARRIAGE A LOTTERY
Death Ends the Struggles of an
Author in New York.
STARVED AND SUFFERED
The Diary OF the Unfortunate Woman
Throws Light Upon Her Last
Days in a Despairing Fight
for Bread.

New York, Nov. 25.-Some light on
the suffering endured by Mrs. Evelyn
Adams, who died in her scantily fur
nished room at No. 400 West Fifty
seventh street last week, after being i'll
for days without proper nourishment,
was furnished by the discovery to-day
in her room of diary in which the I'M
fortunate woman was in the habit OF
recording her hopes and her troubles as
an author.
This diary tells story of days of
hunger. but there are passages which
indicate that the woman never lost her
spirit, despite all that she had to en-
dure. That starvation had more to do
with the wonan's death than any
thing else is the assertion Of her ply
stefan, Dr.. Anna F. Donaghue. Among
the passages in the diary found to-day
We're the following:
rs marriage a lottery? returned
from another publisher. Wish I could
arrange to publish it myself. But I
can't I have lived on crackers and
water for weeks
Success at last, thank God! After
trying % different ways to raise the
money to publish the book for nine
weeks 7 have succeeded. / will soon
be an author. had to give claim
on the electrotype plates, en- the min
eral collection (Which nobody would
buy), and on my life. In case this
book fails l will take my life In utter
despair"
zone Of my friends brought me
basket of fruit to-day. God To me.
who have not eaten mouthful of
food in Sc hours. And she worth more
than million. But will. I must sue
ceed."
II am bowed down with DESPAIR,
yet through it all I see the beacon light
of success. 1 will be recognized as an
author
Il am wondering what day my manu-
script will be sent back. That familiar
package. Thank heaven! 1t will make
good lamp lighters, now that my
matches are almost gone"
Am not feeling well to-day. I would
not object to something nice to eat: in
fact, I'd be greatly pleased with any
thing to eat"
II wonder why they don't publish my
book. I guess maybe they are waiting
around for my shroud to make the rag
paper to print it on
How I suffer! But isn't that the
way all successful authors suffer
before they reach the goal? They all
lived in attics, sometimes like me--and
starved. ! guess that is essential to
pelng an author.
There is nothing to eat in my room
was standing before my empty shelf
moment ago. and J wondered what
those rich folks up at Delmonico's were
feasting on Tonight. Oh, how would
like to get some of the crumbs! But
cheer up! I'll dine there, too, when my
book is published
IT have been directing envelopes. 1
will take them to the office to-mor-
row and get my money. oh, I can
hardly wait"
"Only 20 cents left. Is this an au-
thors reward? Unless something comes
to the rescue I shall lose my reason
soon. I cannot hold out much longer.
The last stage of despair is creeping
over me, and that will be the end of all
trouble"
II have had cup of tea and boiled
egg. What more could any one want?
Oh, but some day / will have a house
uptown, and horses and carriages and
a footman. But-when? My years have
been filled with hope. but hope does not
buy me good clothing"
II am thinking of suicide. I wonder
which is the easiest way. Why don't
some of those who have tried 1t come
back and tell us? I suppose to acct
dentally slip off the ferryboat would be
as easy as any way. Then the papers
and people would all pity me and say,
What a terrible accident. How sadr
I don't think 1t would be so very sad.
Not near so sad as this living is
The book, rs Marriage a Lottery?"
written by Mrs. Adams, was published
and attained moderate success, but
the money received for the work was
soon spent and she could not find a
market for her other books. Other pas
sages in her diary show that she did
not despair all the time. despite her
impoverished condition. Here are some
of these passages: