The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1902-02-12
THE New. York World of Sunday
had the following with reference
to Samuel Newhouse, formerly of
this city and his wife.


this city, and his Wife,
What will woman not do for love OF a man?
What docs not a man owe TO such woman as
this?
These were my mental reflections as sat chat.
ting with Mrs Samuel Newhouse in her superbly
appointed drawing.room at Sherrys day or two
ago.
The opulencc of her present existence was
greatly accented by n most romantic story con.
cerning her carly married lfc--an extraordinary
tale of woman's Lie in n mining camp and
that woman Ms. Samuel Ncwhouse. intimate
friend OF Mrs. George Kcppcl and the regning'
favol1e Of modish London.
| had heard of Mrs. Newlousc's superb man.
sions in England and this country. of her enter
tainments attended by royalty, of her gowns, her
ietcs her balls and luxurious life.
| had been told OF Mrs. Newhouse's pearls, eS-
hibted at the Buffalo exposition and purchased
by Mr. Newhousc-onc string just long enough
to flstcn around her throat, made up of gems
Tiffany has been collecting for twenty years and
costing a cool l25,OO0--thc latest addition to II
collection cnvicd by queens.
had pictured Mrs Newhouse to mysclf-a fine,
big, breezy, rosy.chccked woman we'll along in
the forties, a sort of Henrietta Boin and high
flyer at fashion.
Unconventional assumed SHE would be, and
possibly little eccentric as to verbs and lenses,
but her heart in the right place; and ! knew
that every reader OF the Sunday World Magazine
would be interested, as / was, in the personality
Of the woman who had helped her husband win
out in his fight for fortune against the usual
odds which the ambitious poor young man is
bound to encounter
For here is the story as | heard it:
''Thc Newhouses are at Sherry's this winter
They are right in the Edward VII set in London
She Is the woman with the finest pearls in the
world, don't you know?
"Of course! Why, her husband was a miner
way out in California, and she used to work at
the mining camp, and he told her il he made
pile he'd give her the finest pearl necklace in the
world
"And she was regular trump and used to do
the cooking and never complained n bit; and
sure enough her husband struck it big as they
call it, and now he is one OF the very richest
muitimili lionaires, and the man that bought the
nat.iron corner at Twenty-thrd street, you know
'And pearls! Well, you ought to see that one
last string her husband gave her! 1t cost $780,
000-just a string to go once around her throat,
mind you'-and much more in tho same line
Picture my anazemcnt when slender, girlish
woman, dressed in exquisite taste, with the man
ners OF a grande dame and the bearing OF a prn.
cess, came toward me and with smiling grace of.
fcrcd me her hand, slying:i
II am Mrs. Newhousc. How can | be of SER
vice to you?"
For an instant was too stupefed to speak.
had ''nixed those ladies up in some unac-
countablc way l gutily reflected, and I Won
dercd how should ever eAtrtcate myself from
my embarrassing position.
For this vas no. the heroine Of mining story;
that fact pAlpable.
But had to say something, l began by an
apology which is certainly lame way OF max
ing progress.
And Mrs. Newllou5c laughingy said, "Do You
want the story OF my life?'
And I gasped, 81 do, but am afraid you are
not the woman came TO sec ] wish you were,
but it's quite impossible. My Mrs. Newhouse
went to mining camp with her husband and did
the c.c.cookng," | faltered, ''and the w-w-w.aa-
a-shing,'' l whispered. ''Somc one has played a
practical joke me- and smiled sickly
smile, not knowing what my burst of confidence
might evoke.
And Mrs. Samuel Newhouse not day
beyond two and thirty, pretty a picture, with
lpStrous, rippling dark hair, laughing blue eyes
and rougish smile parting over perfect white
teeth, mCwily cXclamed:
ooh, but am. I'm the real Mrs. Newhouse,
only people have invented a good many situa-
tions | cannot lay claim to.
''Still, my life has been an unusual one, and
have not forgotten the days I spent in little
hut on the top of n mountain when my husband
was seeking the fortune he now has.
81 WAS the only woman, and l did all the
work.
"Never mind how it done.
f'My husband thinks there never was such a
cook. and we both think the less said about the
laundry end of the housekeeping the better.
''You see my husband was one OF the many
Young fellows who have gone West TO seek a
fortune.
''We met in Denver, Col.
81 am Il Southemcr by birth, hut VIC had
moved to Denver several years before Mr.. New
house came there.
Il am sorry to spoil Your story, but I was
reared as most girls are, carefully and tcndcrly.
We were not rich but comfortably off.
Il was only sixteen when l marred-a love
match. We mad very little capital beside cur
mutual confidence aud deep love for one another,
but we We're rich in youth and hope, and we We're
as happy as possible, living in a very modest
way
''My husband had an interest in several mines,
and the result did not please him.
cone day he told me that his one chance was
to go to the property himself and stay there,
watching and working, until he found what he
was looking for,
''Wcl, you see, 7 am not very strengthening
now, and | was slighter then and sixteen years
younger than l am today, but | insisted on so.
ing with my husband, and did
"Thc mine was located oil the crest of Col.
orado mountain
at was a two days ride on burro from The
last mining camp to the isolated peak we were
bound for.
eve had to carry all our provisions and cloth
ing, as well as all the working machinery, up
the mountain, packed the burros backs
at rough journey, but / was happy as
a bird | was with my husband and knew we'd
get along way.
''We lived in a tiny little hut on the mountain
peak, and we were alone in the world
'rhc greater pant OF many weeks we two were
up there among the clouds together
"Lonely? Why, no: | never thought of being
lonely
~ had all the world at my feet literally and
sam and We're just as jolly and happy up there
as two young people could be.
II did all the housework cooking, washing
ironing, We didn't set an Astoria table, but we
didn't go hungry, either My cook stove was so
near our dnnG,table that l used to reach over
Tor the dishes; they We're always hot anyway.
sat twilight we used to watch the sun go
down in the west togther, and my husband would
tell Inc all the beautiful things he was going TO
give me when he made his fortune,
81 recollect how he used to say, Ida you
Just mark what tell YOU one OF these days you
are going to have the loveliest dresses any wo
man ever had and diamonds and pearls and
fine house and horses and carriages, and every
thing woman can wish for'
"And would laugh and say, All right SAM,
but OF course ! couldn't quite see myself in the
picture my husbands fancy painted.
.''l'm like every other woman, ! suppose;
love pretty clothes and comforts, but | was a
happy and contented wife the top of that
mountain, with my husband for my friend
and companion.