The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-09-14

Through all the ages of history as
far back as mythical and legendary lore
can carry us there have lived men who
held the world we'll lost for love. For
love of a woman kings have renounced
their crowns and princes bartered
their birthrights. For love of woman
battlefields have been srrewn with the
flower of cfivalry and long wars have
been waged. For love of a woman
empires have fallen and the map of the
world been changed. For love of a
woman the treasure vaults of great ma
tons have been squandered and my
riads of long suffering humanity
starved to death.
An expensive luxury, the love of all
these women of history and song and
story, these heroines of the dim past,
and yet there is not one of them that
cost so dearly as the love of poor
New Jersey seamstress in this present
matter of fact era.
To Mrs. Burnett Y. Tiffany of New
York belongs this unique distinction
the dearest wife in the world, in this or
any other age. Two hundred thouS-
and dollars day she cost her husband.
the son of the millionaire jeWeler, a
sum besides which the daily eXpendi-
lures of the Trojan war and the price
of poor Marie Antoinette's folly dWindle
into insignificance.
The foregoing reduction to gold
basis of the romance of Emma Pierson
seamstress, is the result of a simple
arithmetical computation. For marry
ing her, in 1887, against his fathers
wishes, Burnett Tiffany receives from
the estate of Charles l.. Tiffany, who
died last February, just $2,000,000 less
than his brother Louis.
Two hundred thousand dollars a day
for every day he lived with the wife
of his choice the elder Tiffany made
his son pay for disobedience to the
parental command. The honeymoon
lasted just ten days, and on the elev-
enth the bridegroom deserted his bride
and returned to his fathers house.
That was fifteen years ago, and in all
that time bride and bridegroom have
been as strangers to each other. Never
once in all these years has the Tiffany
heir so much as seen or spoken to the
little seamStress.
Scarcely more than a child when he
married her, Emma Pierson has just
now entered the real heyday of wom-
anhood. Indeed, it is doubtful whether
the husband of the girl of not quite
seventeen would recognize his wife in
the ripe fullness of thirty-two years.
For if Emma Pierson, the young girl,
was fascinating Mrs. Tiffany, the Wom-
an, is tenfold more so.
Living Her SacrficiaI Years.
In a cosy, vine-covered cottage in
Washington street, East Orange, the
dearest wife in the world lives with
her widowed mother. Here in this Sc
Guided nook the bride Of ten days has
lived and hoped and dreamed of what
might have been-a lonely, quiet, sad
life, to be sure, but at the same time
rich in sentimental interest-a life dis
cipiined to infinite patience and he
roic self-repression.
nYon 1rnn RI a +
this woman, that she was other than a
happy, cherished wife, so well balanced
are her@emotionS and perfect her polse.
ITO be cheerful and repress my feel
ings of wrong and injustice became
long ago my first and only ambition in
DIFFERENTIATED Mrs. Tiffany as she sat
under the trees on the we'll kept lawn
that surrounds her mothers cottage.
She smiled brightly when she spoke,
and the parted lips showed perfect
teeth of rare whiteness. There was
a smile. too, in her clear, deep set gray
eyes-almost a sad smile, despite the
CHEEKY tone of voice of singular
sweetness.
Grief well borne, sorrow repressed
in dignified silence, is half the battle
Won," che continued. Indeed, there is
no other way for a woman to conduct
herself when things go against her, as
everything went against me. One thing
l made up my mind to soon after the
beginning of my great sorrow, and that
was never to lose my temper. The mo-
n1ent a woman loses her temper she is
lost A man can afford to, possibly,
but a. woman, never"
Referring to the brief period of her
honeymoon and short welded life, Mrs.
Tiffany sighed.
Yes" she said II was just poor
sewing girl when Mr.. Tiffany married
me, but nevertheless belong to just as
good a family as he. l am one of the
Persons of Morristown, where [ was
born, and where all my ancestors and
all my relatives have been prominent
in public affairs. My husbands family,
however, never took the trouble to find
out who 1 was. They knew only that
Burnett had married penniless girl
and one whose name did not appear
in the social register of the smart set"
How did the romance begin" /
asked.
The dearest wife in the world smiled
again-the rare, fleeting smile, that
plays about a woman's lips when her
memory centuries up old happinesses
and kisses half forgotten.
well, it began like most poor girls
romances usually begin. l was sewing
for a living, in a boarding house in
Union square. The house where was
working was almost opposite the great
jewelry establishment. l was young
girl, scarcely sixteen then, and, like all
young girls, loved pretty rings and
brooches and ear drops. 1 sewed for
several months for different persons in
the boarding house. and often l was
obliged to run over to the Fourteenth
street shops for Innings and buttons
and other supplies.
Romance of Their Meeting.
"The city was a source of never fail
ing wonder and delight to me, because
1 was country girl and so I took the
keenest pleasure in these little excur-
sions across Union square to the gilt
tering shops in Fourteenth street.
Sometimes when I had a few moments