Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-03
CAVE WOMAN s.
TRAC|CFuCHT
LAID BARE
Mrs, Folsom, Writer Of Famous
Dawn Letter." Deserted by
Ranchman "Brute."

Los ANGELES, CAl@', L GU. D. hO
,rnermost tragedy of tortured wo-
mans soul was laid bare here to-
day.
The woman is Mrs. Florence Fol-
som Williams.
Her story is the anti climax of
weird reversion to the cave woman
-vne which startled the whole coun-
nv by the fierceness of its sudden
,asolve when she left her husband
len months ago.
Mrs Folsom tells how she became
Infatuated with brute strength in man
bv seeing the play, The Great d.
vide
own heart and her own mind reveals
her governmental nature-the nature
which prompted her to destroy the
bpmdrum peace of her wealthy and
refined household in New York to run
away with Gus Williams, a Nevada
lanchman.
She tells how she was fascinated
with Williams strength and his sub
line brutality, and how it beat down
all the barriers between her and the
open road with Williams.
Was Wife of Rich Lawyer
At that time she was the wife of
Charles Dwight Folsom, a rich New
York lawyer. To-day she is penni-
less. a wanderer upon the face of the
earth with only her 5-year-old son
as her hope.
Without mentioning Williams name
once, she told how, from love to hate.
from plenty to starvation, from hap
pineSs to the wretched state of the
social pariah, her life had been ruined
by her passions.
of Williams she once wrote to her
husband in the famous dawn let
ter
Williams has treated me with
crushing brutality, but he has
also treated me with the utmost
kindness. He is a man in whom
good and evil are strangely
blended. | love him in every
way. | never loved you one-tenth
as well, nor any other He is my
natural mate. | suffered hell at
his hands. but | shall say nothing
further of him.
The strange recital begins with the
story of her flight from Williams.
After She Left Williams.
Il and my son fled" she said, slow
ly and lifelessly. I'VE starved and
toiled to be together, and we have
dOiIeNeu our puTpOSe-We are to-
sether
Looking back upon the past year
il seems that my heroic boy and |
have come through a dark tunnel
upon the progress of our lives Our
experience was a tunnel, blasted by
my will and my boys answering de-
yotion.
We are out again-together-f
IN the good cledr air and under the
clear, blue sky of hope Yes. we hope
N spite of everything
We nave learned to work and save
and be patient and enduring. They
are good things, and | am glad that
We learned them
Some day we shall ook back upon
all these things-the grief, the broken
home in the East, severed relation
shlps and the brutal horror of my lie
IN the NeSt-as dreams We shall
forget the terrible" hours of privation
ana heavy labor and my disrupted
life
All these things were needed for
US aA-tor my family and myself-to
give US enlightenment. and fulfillment
am only sorry that the rest must
snare my degradation
On. | am sorry that they must
stand by my side in the market place
OF the world, where there are only
'ufSes and jeers for such as 7.
could not sell myself l had to
give. am not commercial, therefore
am pariah. an outcast, a lepe-
5hce | saw a great play-'The
GREAT Divide For me it was, indeed,
great divide.
The Great Divide Reached.
II ciett my life in twain. 1t broke
up my home. 1t drove my son and
me out on the long trail
" to that time | had cared moth
ing Tor things American. l was sat
,uIated with the philosophy and re-
Hsoh OF the Orient. Its magnetism
harmed me and it still appeals 20
But when / saw The Great Di-
wee | knew why | had been born
INTO this life an American.
the character of stephen Client
saw all that had needed and want
~ an my life. Stephen Client was the
mIome of manhood to me. He WAS
Nsons and brutal, but he utterly sat
,.neu my souls ideal He awoke
"l.Hin me the longings of new life
,afles Folsom and | never had
aH h3pnv together. We had met on
pi9he OF study and mentality. His
ii.I!u supple and fine. His inte,-
s4udi sympathies are broad and
generous
but we We're on the same spiritual
.-r efnperamentaIly Like Poles.
emperamentally he was the North