Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1902-12-10
SIZE LOVED HIM So.
Letters from Kate .Hassett
to Garry Jotsr.-
stone.

New YORK. December 9.-(speciaL)-
Letters to Barry Jhonstone. the aceoi'
from Mrs. Everett Beckwith'ysk known on
the stage as Kate Hassett,: the oeaut' -
young actress, with WON JonstoIe ue
clared in his death-bed contest ion that ne
had made death pact. reveal
Young woman's bound.ess devotloh ~
the man for whom she had forsa->en hsl
husband. and whose love leu iiiio''1
his dea tn and her own.
Jhonstone seemed to have saved every
letter he ever received fro mflis sweat
heart Samuel \Vandell. a lawyer Oh
Wall street. and Jhonstone,s frierd and at
torney. brought back with him from
Philadelphia. where the ira edy occurred
suit case full of tender misslves. Iney
were written in all parts OF the country
wherever Miss Hassett happened to De
playing, and covered PERIOD OF more
Than two years
In one of them the death pact. referred
to by Johnstcne. is mentioned. The letter
was written in Chicago on May 10. In it
Mss Hassett said: do you remember at
Winnipeg, how we resolved almost to
end it? Some moments am sorry we
did not but it's bravery to live for
each other and be true. and strong. Fer
give me. love me-
sional utter abandonment of the writer
to grief and despair, and at other times
in her joy II the conviction that her love
was returned Some Of them follow:
MY darling .-Last night needed the
gnawing demon Of jealousy and wrote you
a mean little note. Of course. | want
you to love your family. but, dearest.
I crave such absolute monopoly of your
heart. 1t must be only for me. whether
tyvor
honestly love me just as absolutely as
you did last spring? ! fear a long sus-
pended sword may descend this fall, and
| so th-cuch the horrible ordeal OF
divorce it Will be because ! love you.
must know that you love me and no one
else. This is not sentiment but the facing
of a crisis Were | to pass out OF your
life what would it mean?''
Here is another one:
Buffalo. My darling.-I am with you
soul and body. barry, Barry. my love.
nay come to you. for l don't Think cal
stand it. You want me. don't you? wor-
ship you. can't write. Tears are here
| go to New York Thursday. Love me
love me, my own boy
New iolk,-My Barry; restlessness anc
loneliness almost consume me- Actual.
1t this moment l seem to be burning up.
indeed love you How funny CT you t
meant was that | would not accept from
:ou lesser love than YOU TO. merly had &c,
ne I'll not drain dregs. What would
10 can't say, but to i've as We did par
Of the time here would mean insanity o.
worse.
Sweetheart, when you go to bed
night, do YOU miss ME as much as | c,
YOU? I simply hate to go. read an
when my eyes finally tire, | toss nd toss
LOO will will he T.
gather If we live.
Bostcn.-Loved one; Am in bed and -
hearlsiCl for you. think that is wha
most of the trouble is. l love you. l Low,
you. Life is nothing without you If
say: you now / should die with JOY. /
would be sweet death. Love come I
ne. love YOU.
Minneapolis I am here in re
Spouse to a telegram from Nj. Mansfle
he telegraphed for a leading woman
Yesterday III New YorI- Malcolm Fol-.
sho. and . lied hi; hroIner. taul Liecestt
Ford, the author, his brother: isn't thu
tragic. Love ne, Barry, love me.
On, sweetheart, low l love you. Pleas
fcol my arms around you now, and m
fps Kissing you, dear one Oh. If
ouid tell you how ! love you. Bless yoI
!earest
y letter written from Aurora, Ill,
March 18th, says in part:
"Sweetheart,-Are you happy? AS +
me- happiness is out Of question until
see YOU
In another from Middletown, Conn. S
:ays:
My Darling Have been particular
nhappy ever since our parting. Wish
oud kiss your dear mouth. Hope yf
IRE true to me as I am to YOU
In a letter from Buffalo she wrote:
You dashing man of mine. how loH
ou I am all yours. You are my kin:
Everything Of me. coed. bad. and indi:
erent. belongs to the man who loves n
nd for whom I would sacrifice every
hing am mad tonight. Life seem
impossible without you. Do not neSleC
ourself Darling, feel more calm sine
started this letter 10 YOU. It has bee
Ike one of those kisses on the train whe
ur Fps never touch. but our splrlts-yes
our own darling
In other letters she wrote: The though
hat you love me is all that makes Ii
>ndurable."
1T would be suicide for me to contin'
this way. I long so for you. real
elieve that am getti~g 10 be coward
always while breath is left In my bod.
ours
livery moment that I spend away froT
on is torture to ne. ! love you with a..
f me-.