The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-02-16
SHE DID LOVE H|N
But Monte Christie De La Mar
Didn't Know 1t
UNTIL HE HAD DIVORCED
His Wife, Whom He Is Now
Counting Over Again.
UNTIL HE HAD DIVORCED

New York, Feb. 15.-The New York
| Journal prints the following from the pen
Of Winifred Black:
Monte Criste De La Mar has fallen in
love with his wife.
So he is going to marry her all over
again.
The French divorce is going to be set
aside-and in very little while the Monte
! Cristo husehold will be just as it was be-
fore the separation which set half OF
! Europe and all of America to chattering.
Every one who knows pretty little Mrs.
De La Mar is glad of it, for she IS as
good as she is beautiful, and that is say
| ing a good deal.
Every one who has seen poor old Monte
Cristo De La Mar since he had his di-
vorce is glad of it TOGO, for temper, eccen-
trsciries and all the rest of him into the
bargain notwithstanding, he is much TOO
good fellow to go about the world
looking like a melancholy mad Don
Quixote.
It's a. romance from beginning to end.
the whole De La Mar story, and if one
wrote a. book about it the critics would
imaginative powers.
There's no imagination about the De la
Mar romance.
It's all true, every word of 1t.
It began years ago when Joe Delamar
came over in the Storage from Holland,
with his eyes set upon America, and his
heart set upon a fortune. He hadn't
peny in the world, and he was strange
mixture of Spanish, Dutch and Hebrew
blood, but he had energy enough for any
dozen men and pluck enough for whole
army.
He picked up a few dollars somehow,
somewhere. and started West to grow up
with the country.
The young state of Colorado was begin
ming to sit up and take notice just about
then. and Mr.. Joseph Delamar, honest
workman and soldier of fortune, chose
Colorado as his field in the growing up
process.
He went into one thing after another,
until one day he went into the side of a
bleak hill and found a gold mine.
He stayed in his gold mine for year
or so and came out with a fortune. That
fortune has grown like the gOurd of Sa-
cred Writ, and at the present writing it
counts up to a cool $50, 10000 IN the most
shining and gorgeously brilliant-edged Sc
curities on earth.
When Joe Delamar came out of his gold
mine his name had divided itself into
three pieces-and De Ia Mar it has been
ever since. Captain De la Mar, at that
time for a. rumOr of a half-forgotten
venture upon the high seas followed him
from his mines, and gave him good, Wig
orous vocabulary and a determined trick
of having his will of things-as is the Gus
tom of the hardy mariner wnc sails any
ono of tba seven seas.
Captain De al Mar lived in mining
camps, but he loved flowers and music;
he was fond of books, too, but most of
all. and above all, he loved art.
He had a little advertising picture card
stuck up in the cabin where he lived,
in the mines.
1t was a copy of Bougerau's Aurora
slipping the dawn out Of cup of a
moTning-glory.
There was a tradition in the camp that
Captain De la Mar was a Catholic and
that the Aurora was new saint to which
he prayed night and morning.
Captain De Ia Mar didn't care a cent
about the tradition, and he never had
much to say for prayers, but he did care
about the Aurora.
When he left the mines and started
East. he said to man who would have
called him 'pard'' if he had been in a
Bret Harte story:
"See-the Aurora-I am going to find
her"
He meant what he said-a quite usual
affair, with Captain De la Mar. by the
way, as several adventurous gentlemen
who did not mean what the said have
found out from dme to time.
He stopped at every city between the
Pacific and the Atlantic and in every city
he looked for Aurora.
The California women were too buxom,
the Rocky Mountain girls We're too brown.
the Chicago girls were too independent;
he despaired of finding the Aurora.
He came TO New York He wandered
up and down Fifth avenue he WENT to all
the first nights at the smar theaters, he
even sat through long sermons in various
fashionable churches-Aurora was not in
any OF these places
one day he looked in the window of
pho ographers shop.
His eyes dilated-he had found, not
Aurora but her photograph.
He neither ate nor slept until he had
Terrified ont the address of the real Au-
rora.
Her name was Nellie Sands. her father
was a druggist. She lived in a cheap
boarding house in Twenty streret.
The boarding house was easy find
{
rora WAS not at home
She was at~the seashore-where she be-
ionged.
Captain De Ia Mar took his trunks and
his credentials and went to Naragansett
Pier.
In the inside poke of his coat ne car
ried two pictures
One was the Aurora Of the mining camp
and one was the Aurora of the photo
graph gallery.
The first step he took upon the beach
at Narasansett Pier he met the real Au-
r5ra-
She was coming ont of he surf. She
had gorgeous red hair. she had a complex
ion Of peaches smoJhered in cream. she
had melting sapphire eyes. she had a
mouth Ike scarlet rose. she was slender
and rounded. and she Wore blue and
white bathing suit and she carried pair
Of white bathing slippers in her hanl
Captain De Ia Mar stood stock stin and
sazed and s3zed and gazed
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