New Britain herald., 1915-05-22
TOO MUCH PARENTAL
 INTERFERENCE E--W|fE
But Mrs. Harold SaWtcIe Still Loves
 Her Husband Nad|y.


 decided to commit suicide, then changed her mind, Mrs., Harold Pratt Sawtelle has made public the events in xh CT life which almost brought her earthly career to tragic end. T Love My Husband."
 Beginning, Mrs. sawtelle, who Is twenty-five years old and, decidedly pretty, says: #a~4
 II love my husband dearly; I am sorry for my part in our tiff, and have gone halfway to effect recon ciliation, but he says that I have dis graccd him, and will have nothing further to do with me. What more can ] do.?
 "Thc trouble had it's origin on the evening of May g. Harold had been out of work for a long time,s but on that day he went out and secured em- ploynlent. He was utterly exhausted when he came home and, being young and somewhat unsophisticated, I did not think to try to comfort him. asked kim what the nature of his work Waa to be and he: refused to tell me.
 s8 Orders Him From House.
 "I was firm, and told him that, if wife wasn't to be confided in. I'd like to know who was to be, and if he did not want to tell me what kind of work he was going to do, he could leave. He replied that he would be glad to do that and, thinking that he was just angry for the moment, fiared up--I have a ready tongue and quick temper, you know-and told him that he would have to make good those words. I said that I was going out for the evening, and would ex- pect to find that he had gone. when l returned.
 Accordingly, left the house and about three hours, I was surprised to find that he had gone. taking with him most of his belongings and some of mine-small things which he had given me from time to time. I realized then that the situation was had them trace him and, after a short had the trace him and, after short time, they located him in New Britain. In Which Love Triumphs. There were two alternatives before me. l could chose between pride and love. { decided to take the latter, I and went to Hartford last Saturday, l arranging to board with Mrs. John G. Beckley at No. 145 High street. My plan was to seek out my hus- band and beg forgiveness of him for l having been so harsh. I wanted an 1 opportunity to tell him that my love 1 was still warm and that, if he would l only take me back again, I would 1 try never to offend him again. ] thought that he must love me still, and that he would not object to a reconciliation.
 I h Rapelye's drug store Monday even ing and entering the telephone booth l there, called up the home of Mrs. l Hanferd l.. Curtis, of Liberty street, Harolds sister. with whom I under ' stood he was staying. Harold be- came angry when he heard my voice and he berated me for various things
 Meanwhile, I could hear members of tho Curtis family at his side. implor- ing him to hang upf the receiver and
 before I had a chance to say all
 wanted to, MT. Curtis came to the
 telephone and told mo that they did not care to talk with me.
 Never Try Suicide Again. , ,"Crazed with grief and rage fol the moment, took from my pocket l book a half pill of bichloride of mer mcury and, without even waiting to re place the telephone receiver on it hook, I swallowed the poison. Whe1 felt the fierce, burning pain in m! 7 throat, the thought of what a rasl thing I had done flashed through m. , mind. I remembered having in m. . pocketbook an emetic which uset ;. some time ago on my dog and, seiz
 ing it with trembling fingers swal
 lowed the entire contents of the vial - I vomitted mediately and, although !. the burning sensation remained in m, throat, I felt strong enough to wall
 out of the store, shuddering at tn ]. thought of what might have been The world seemed relentless and cruel 5. but it occurred to me that there i some sunshine in 1t anyway, and :, didn't want to die. I shall neve : attempt suicide again.
 Then I went to New Britain t. | see if couldn't manage: to have talk with Harold, my husband. ' can't emember if I went near tn Curtis house or not, but I recollec
 going to the police station with a DO
 liceman I met. asked the office
 at the desk if there was no way o
 forcing Harold Sawtelie to meet me
 without taking recourse to the courts
 When I told him of nay attempt l.
 end my life, he had me rushed t
 the hospital. That was my first rid
 in the black wagon At the hos
 pital, they didn't believe that: I Ina
 taken anything, because the pupils c
 my eyes weren't dilated, nor was m
 throat very bad. They thought
 was 'bluffing,' but they were wrons
 I didn't do it to frighten Harold
 though. My nervous dispositio
 prompted the action. t>
 When I returned to my boardir
 house here, I found letter from m