September 17, 1908 COLLEGE CROWD IS OFF AGAIN.
Boys and Girls Throng Union Depot on Their Way to School.
If there is one time of the year which is thoroughly enjoyed by the "redcaps" at the Union depot it is the beginning of fall when students start collegeward. Last night the old station and the trainshed were thronged with young men and women, and there were many amusing sights.
The rah-rah boy took his parting form home ties and home friends with a smile and thoughts of the greetings he was was to get from the "fellows" back at school. All through the station could be heard the call of some fraternity man as he whistled a mysterious bar or so, and the joyful answer might come from two or three places in the trainshed.
Not so the girl. Her eyes were bright, but there was a definite trace of tears therein. She stood long upon the car steps, even until the train had passed from the shed, waving her farewell. Not infrequent were the demonstrations of affection which the youths had hoped would pass off for brother and sister love, but the wise "redcaps" had seen too much of that kind of affection and could not be fooled.
"Talk about your spooning parlors," remarked Lee Mitchell, depot master, "what is the use of starting them in churches? Let the lovelorn ones come down here. It's lots safer and less embarrassing, especially at night."
A few minutes after Mr. Mitchell had voiced his opinion, the lights in the tarnished wen tout and all was dark except the shafts of light made from the engine headlights.
"Now, what did I tell you?" he laughed.Labels: railroad, romance, Union depot, universities August 25, 1908 HE BEGGED TO BE ARRESTED.
Police Kindly Complied With Roy Schultz's Request.
Roy Schultz, who formerly conducted a saloon at Tenth and Wyandotte streets, rushed into police headquarters last night, folowed by a pretty young woman, and requested to be locked up, saying that he had stabbed her. The woman, who gave the name of Anna Crisp and said she lived at Twenty-sixth street and Park avenue, declared that Schultz had not stabbed her.
When questioned she admitted that she had been stabbed in both hips in a quarrel while out buggy riding. The horse had started to run away and each held a line and it was to settle the question of which should hold both reins in the emergency that the stabbings occurred. Miss Crisp said that they had been quarreling because he had spent $3,000 on her in the last three years, and he had now only $50 to his name. The woman's injuries were trivial.
Both were locked in the holdover for a short time, and then released on $11 bond each, furnished by Schultz.
Schultz and Miss Crisp came into the lime light last New Year's night when she had trouble with H. R. Schultz, Roy's father, in the north lobby of the Midland hotel. Seeing her with Roy the father tried to induce the son to go home. Miss Crisp objeted and there was a regular hand-to-hand tussle for the possession of the youth. Finally the row reached the street and young Schultz tried to get Miss Crisp into a hack, but she was yanked back by the elder Schultz and then Miss Crisp alleged he struck her. At any rate she was arrested and later released on bond put up by J. H. Adams, a big-hearted real estate man from Texas, who had witnessed the affair.Labels: domestic violence, Midland, New Years, Park avenue, police headquarters, romance, saloon, Tenth street, Twenty-sixth street, Wyandotte street August 18, 1908 LOVESICK GIRL DRINKS IODINE.
Katie Thompson, 14, Wanted to Wed a Grocer's Clerk.
Katie Thompson, 1326 St. Louis avenue, is only 14 years old, but that did not keep her from falling in love with Michael Griffin, an employe of the Kansas City Wholesale Grocery Company, Tenth and Mulberry streets. They wanted to get married.
Katie's mother and her stepfather, M. J. Chambers, objected on account of her age. Michael called at the Thompson home during the noon hour yesterday to press his suit. When he was told there would be nothing doing in the matrimonial line for at least four years, he became angry and cast a half brick at the stepfather, who promptly stopped it with his face. The brick was much harder than Chambers's face and a deep gash over the eye was the result.
It is said of Michael that he then made tracks toward the state line, while Chambers fled himself to No. 2 police station to have the brick-throwing lover arrested. All this excited little Katie to such an extent that she then and there consumed an ounce of iodine by way of showing her love for the grocery clerk. Dr. George P. Pipkin, with the ambulance from the emergency hospital, arrived after a hurry-up call and a strong emetic put Katie back on the eligible list again.Labels: children, grocers, No 2 police station, romance, St Louis avenue, violence July 20, 1908
LITTLE RUSSIAN PRINCE FINDS HIS AFFINITY.
BUT THE PRINCESS WEE-NEE- WEE LOVED ANOTHER.
Case of Love at First Sight at the Circus Grounds Yesterday -- Public Proposal by Midget. "Big Top" is Up. 
THE RUSSIAN PRINCE.
He is 32 Years Old, 26 Inches Tall, and Weighs 16 pounds.
It as a case of love at first sight with the Little Russian Prince. Often he had heard of Princess Wee-nee-wee, but he had never seen her until yesterday afternoon.
The Little Russian Prince is 32 years old, weighs 16 pounds and is 26 inches high. His affinity is a dark skinned young woman of similar dimensions, though somewhat smaller. Her height is 17 inches, she is 18 years old, and weighs 7 1/2 pounds. Princess Wee-nee-wee travels with the Barnum & Bailey circus. The prince is connected with the vaudeville circuit which makes the parks.
Last week the prince heard that Wee-nee-wee was to be in Kansas City yesterday and so delayed his departure from Carnival park in order to pay her a visit. Out at the show grounds the freaks' tent had just been raised when the prince walked in and inquired for Wee-nee-wee. When the princess's maid brought her out to see the prince they stared at each other for a moment, then the prince boldly put out his hand in greeting.
So struck was he with the midget's appearance that he immediately proposed marriage.
"How do you like me?" he asked. "Wouldn't you like to be my wife?" The prince had made his little speech without a blush and seemed dreadfully in earnest. Wee-nee-wee was painfully embarrassed and, despite her dark color, she even blushed. Meanwhile, a crowd had gathered about the midgets and the little woman was becoming very uncomfortable. She wasn't used to receiving proposals among so many people, so she took her suitor into another part of the tent. From behind the curtain, parts of their conversation could be overheard.
"I have lots of money," urged the prince, "and I can show you a fine time. You need not go with the circus any more."
PRINCESS WEE-NEE-WEE.
She is 18 Years Old, 17 Inches High and Weighs 7 1/2 Pounds.
"I have lots of money, too," answered the princess, "and I don't need you or your money. Anyhow, I am in love with Captain Jack Barnett, and he loves me, too."
Captain Jack Barnett is a midget just about the size of the prince. He is exhibited in the freak tent with the princess and they have been traveling companions for many months. So, when the prince learned that an ordinary captain had been the successful suitor for the little princess's hand, he gave up in despair.
As he left the tent he was heard talking to his manager who had gone with him to the circus grounds.
"I supposed that Wee-nee-wee would not be as small as they all said she was or that she would be mighty fat," he said. "But she is not fat and she is just as small as anybody can be. She just came up to my shoulders when she stood up by my side. Wouldn't we make the prize couple, though?"
Outside the freak tent there were thousands of persons who had visited the grounds to see the circus unload and to catch an occasional glimpse of the elephants and camels as they were being led to the menagerie tent.
Inside of the menagerie tent, or jungle top, as the circus men call it, the animals were being fed and the wagons polished for inspection which they will receive today. One of the most interesting sights inside the jungle top was a baby camel, 6 weeks old. When this camel was only two days old his mother stepped upon his left foreleg, breaking it above the fetlock. The camel would have to be killed, but since it was white and there is no other white camel connected with the circus, a great effort was made to save it.
It was placed in a cage and as much care taken of it as if it were a child. Every hour the little camel has to be given milk from a bottle, and he usually insists upon two bottles.
Next to the baby camel is a baby elephant, 2 weeks old. The baby elephant is also fed from a bottle and has a special attendant. These young animals created much excitement and amusement among those who were standing near the tent.
The circus train was late in its arrival yesterday morning and the "roustabout" gang worked overtime. Within fifty-five minutes after the tent gang as on the circus grounds, the menagerie tent had been raised. Quickly in succession were put up the cook tent, the stable tops and some freak tents. All day yesterday the gangs of men were busy getting the big tent in order and it will be stretched today. The tent for the big show i said to e the largest circus tent in the worked and from the looks of the ground which it is to cover it seems as if there were much truth in the statement.
It was necessary for five patrolmen under a sergeant to be present on the grounds yesterday in order to take care of the immense crowd which had gathered. The curious people insisted on getting in the way of the workmen and in taking an occasional peep under the menagerie, but the officers handled the crowd well and no more serious disturbance was reported.Labels: amusement, animals, circus, police, romance, vaudeville, visitors July 12, 1908 CHALLENGED HIM TO A DUEL.
Paul Swanson Said Harry Pulliam Had Wronged His Sweetheart.
Because he wanted to be gallant to his sweetheart whom he thought to have been insulted by Harry Pulliam, a married man, Paul Swanson, 20 years old, of 805 Colorado avenue, Kansas City, Kas., yesterday wrote a rash letter that acted like a boomerang. In it was expressed a regular ultimatum. He said he would shoot Pulliam on sight if he would not meet him in an honorable duel with pistols at ten paces. Pulliam was alive and well at a late hour last night. Swanson was angrily pacing the concrete floor of an iron bound den at police headquarters. He will be turned over to the federal authorities Monday, charged with sending a threatening letter through the mails.
"I told him I would kill him," he exclaimed between his clenched teeth to the officers who took him in charge "He's a cowardly cur. My girl went to his place to take care of his sick wife. She went there like a good Samaritan into a den of reptiles. She is a pure child, loved and respected by everyone who knows her. Pulliam is a contemptible ingrate and worse. If we meet at all it must be for the final struggle, for I will kill him on sight."
Ethel Hicks, 16 years old, is the sweetheart of Swanson. She appeared in the Wyandotte county attorney's office yesterday afternoon and swore out a warrant for Pulliam, who lives at 235 Forest avenue. Pulliam had not been arrested last night.Labels: jail, Kansas City Kas, romance June 22, 1908 HER LOVER WAS NOT THERE.
Keen Disappointment of a Young Woman Who Came From Italy.
After Peter Angello, a young Italian, had accumulated sufficient money to defray the expense of his transportation to the home of his youth, where a sweetheart awaited him, he bought a tickeet to New York and started Saturday evening. He expected to take the steamer to Italy, Wednesday. In the meantime, friends and relatives of the young man sent money to the girl in Italy to bring her here, they thinking it would be an agreeable surprise to Angello. When the young woman arrived at the Union depot yesterday she learned that Peter had started East.
"Where is he? Where is he?" she demanded after scanning the faces of the delegation sent to meet her, and when informed of the true facts she broke down and wept bittterly in spite of efforts of her friends to pacify her.
After the young woman had sobbed out her grief for several minutes she was taken to the home of friends in the Italian section where she wil stay pending the return of her lover, who, it is thought, will be intercepted before his arrival at New York.Labels: immigrants, romance, Union depot June 6, 1908 BRIDE WAS ELOPING WITH THE BEST MAN.
Italian Romance Is Shattered by Hus- band and Four Lusty Detectives.
A romance of Little Italy was spoiled last night by the inerference of the police, and Nick Salardino and Joe Bolarchine and their co-wife, Carrie, retired with heavy hearts. The eloping couple was caught at Union depot by detectives.
Two days ago Nick Salardino married Miss Carrie Bisbee, who lived at Fifth and Cherry streets. Their marriage was solemnized with the usual Italian ceremony and the best man was Joe Bolarchino. Then the honeymoon began.
It lasted -- well, until Joe, the best man, happened to gain private conversation with the bride Then the elopement was planned and two tickets were purchased for Van Buren, Ark.
At the Union depot last night just before 10 o'clock, Nick, the bridegroom, who was wise to the fact that his wife was eloping with the best man, appeared and demanded their arrest. Detectives Sanderson, Julian, Lyngar and Harvey were on hand and the whole big four swooped down upon the eloping couple. They found Joe and Carrie in a Missouri Pacific train and placed them under arrest. Detective Sanderson asked the bride for her ticket and she produced a Missouri Pacific ticket for Van Buren, and told the officers taht she was going away with Joe because, she said, he was the only man she ever loved and she didn't care much for her husband, Nick.
Joe and Carrie, the eloping couple, were locked up at the West Bottoms police station. A charge will be filed agasint them today. The bride, the only one implicated who can talk English, declined last night to discuss he affair other tahn to say she loves the man she tried to elope with to Arkansas.Labels: immigrants, railroad, romance, Union depot, wedding June 2, 1908
ELOPED FROM POOR FARM TO BE MARRIED.
WILLIAM MEADS AND BRIDE DE- FIED COUNTY COURT.
He is 66 and the Bride, Formerly Mrs. Eliza Anderson, Is 76. They'll Live in a Candy Store.
Neither age nor circumstance can stand before the will of Dan Cupid. Among the twenty-one women in Kansas City who became brides yesterday, the earliest June bride of them allow as Mrs. William Thomas Meads, 76 years old, who, as Mrs. Eliza Anderson, eloped from the county poor farm with the groom in the early morning and was married at the court house at 10 o'clock by Justice Mike Ross. And among the twenty-one none is more happy or more thrilled with dreams of the future.
"The county court wouldn't let us marry at the farm," she explained last evening in the room at 727 Harrison street, which she and the groom rented for a week. "There is absolutely no sense in them not allowing us to get married, but since they wouldn't , we up and ran away. We were up at 5 o'clock, for it takes William a long time to get over the two miles to the station. The other women there bade me goodby last night.
"Now that we are here and married, we are ready to face the world again. We fled from it once. But William has saved his salary as librarian, and I have many friends in Kansas City. We are going to open a little confectionery store and live in a room in the back. We are certain that we can make a living and are never going back to the poor farm.
"They never treated William right out at the farm. He had charge of the library and had to be on his feet day and night to answer two telephones. And they only gave him $5 a month. He can make lots more than that in Kansas City."
The bride, who had been standing back of Meads's chair, here stopped her flow of talk to push her spectacles back on her forehead, stoop, put an arm around Meads's neck and kiss him on the brow. The old man petted her with his one able hand.
"She's a mighty good little woman," he put in. "Don't you dare to poke fun of her in your paper."
"No," interrupted the bride, straightening suddenly. "It is an outrage the way we have been treated. People seem to think our running away is a joke. I've just as much right to get married as I had fifty years ago. I'm an old settler in Kansas City. I have been here forty years. My husband died twenty years ago and I went to work for Bullene, Moore, Emery & Company. I was with them a long time until I got the asthma so that I couldn't work nor live in the city. So I went out to the farm where the air is pure. I know some of the finest people in Kansas City. Two members of the grand jury, who visited the home, recognized me and were astonished. I told them it is no disgrace to be on the poor farm. It's no crime to be poor, after one has worked hard for years and years, as I did. It's just inconvenient.
"William and I are going to start life all over again, aren't we, William?"
The groom gave a "yes" pat with his hand.
That is about all -- Oh, yes, there is the groom. William Meads is 66 years old and paralyzed on one side. He fought during the entire civil war under General Joseph Shelby. After the rebellion he was employed for fifteen years on a Kansas City evening newspaper During the latter part of the period he was foreman of the composing room. When he was stricken with paralysis he went to the poor farm. He has better use of his right arm and leg now than he had ten years ago, but his general health has been worn down by the passing of years. he did not attempt to rise from his chair either to greet or bid farewell to his visitor.Labels: Civil War, courthouse, Harrison street, poor farm, romance, Seniors, veterans, wedding March 31, 1908 SEEKS HUSBAND FOR "MAMMA"
Girl of 12 Writes to the Kansas Farmers, Who Have Left Town.
If the fat and lean farmers from "away out" in Kansas had shown up at the matron's room yesterday they might have been entertained again. There were no marriagable women to look them over, but there were numerous telephone calls and many letters.
It having been stated in yesterday's papers that the 250-pound, good-natured man with the thin hair had picked his wife Sunday afternoon at the matron's reception, most of the calls yesterday were for the lean one with six children.
"I'll take him," said one of the many women over the 'phone', "and be glad to get him, too. I am 35 years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall and weigh 183 pounds. I have only one handicap -- a glass eye, but I can see good out of the other one and have two good hands to work. My name is Hannah. By the way, if I get him, he can keep chewing tobacco. I wouldn't mind a little thing like that if I got a home."
"Hanna" gave her address. She said she was in "dead earnest" and would either "call for, send for, or come and get the lean one."
A little girl of 12 wrote to ask for a husband for her mother. She said: "My mamma has been a widow for five years. She is 46 years old and a good honest woman. I know she would like to have a good home, for she seems so lonesome, and I would not be much trouble. I will soon be able to look out for myself. I want to get a good husband for mamma and not let her know that I did it." The little maid tells where she may be found.
Among the letters was one from a man who wants the matron's assistance in securing a wife. "I am a lonely man of 27," he writes, "of good moral character, with no bad habits and do not drink or use tobacco. At present I am working as a janitor at ----- and get fairly good wages. The woman I marry must not be over 26 and a good, honest girl with dark hair and eyes. Such a girl I could love with all my might. I have a $300 piano and a $60 talking machine and everything to make a home bright and cheerful as possible.
The two farmers never showed up at all yesterday, and it is believed that they made tracks for home.Labels: children, farmers, police matron, romance, telephone March 30, 1908
FAT AND LEAN MEN CAN'T FIND WIVES.
THIRTY-ONE LONESOME WOMEN CAREFULLY LOOK THEM OVER.
Then Go Away Unsatisfied -- Wise Police Officer Finds a Clue to a Joke and Advances a Theory.
Thirty-one women called at the police matron's office yesterday afternoon between the hours of 3 and 6 o'clock to look at the "fat and lean farmers" from Kansas, who came here in search of wives. Did not any of the women want a husband? Yes, they did not. They just came to look at the two men. Every woman interviewed by the reporters laughed at the idea of wanting to get married.
"I just called to see what was going on," said one. "I am a friend of the matron's," explained another. "I just came to rubber at the foolish men," a third made reply.
Twenty-eight of the thirty-one were widows or bachelor girls, of 30 -- or say 29 -- summers. Three were young girls who "just dropped in after the ball game to see the fun." Every woman but one in the crowd wore a Merry Widow hat and clothes that suggested Easter. And the one was garbed in black, "mourning for my dear husband," she sniffled and, to tell the truth, black becomes her white face and dark eyes exceedingly well.
Did any of the thirty-one condescend to speak to the two men? Well, Mrs. John Moran and Mrs. Lizzie Burns, the police matrons, do say that ten of the women went into the inner room of the office, one at a time, with each man, and "talked it all over." Was there any result? Yes, perhaps.
The fat man smiles and smiles. The lean man admits that he didn't find a woman suitable to be the future Mrs. Day -- but that is telling too much. They are coming back to the matron's office this morning, they said on leaving yesterday evening.
According to Mrs. Burns the day was at least half a success. She says:
"The fat farmer without any hair fixed it all up with one woman. She was the third who went with him into the sanctum for a heart to heart talk. What did they say? Oh, I didn't listen to them. Anyhow, I know he took her name and address and she said as she was leaving, all blushes and smiles, that it would take her all night to pack her trunk and that she could not get ready for the wedding before tomorrow.
"She is a nice looking young woman, tall, slender, a brunette and works in the Home telephone office. Oh, I didn't mean to tell you where she worked, so don't please don't publish that. She is a widow, she says. What is her name? I promised not to tell until the skinny man gets him a wife and we have a double wedding.
"No, the skinny man with the lovely mustache and the two farms didn't get one. I don't think he will, either, because he has six children. That many children are an awful handicap for a man looking for a wife. But he is coming back tomorrow."
The thin man said that he wasn't a bit discouraged.
"I came to Kansas City for a good time," he said, "and I've had it. You certainly have a fine lot of women here. Maybe if I didn't have all those children I might have done better, but I am proud of the children and wouldn't give them up for any woman I have seen today. I'm not going to worry over it. Its been a lot of fun sitting here and watching women come with their fine clothes to talk to Evans and me.
"He talks like he had been stung, doesn't he?" whispered Mrs. Moran.
Desk Sergeant Charles McVey, who counted the women going up and down the stairs to the matron's room, tells the story from a different angle.
"I don't believe that the men are farmers or that they want wives. I have a hunch that one of them is this Mr. Piffles, who is in Kansas city advertising a certain brand of automobile and that he comes to the station to put off a joke on the police. I've had a good look at both the fellows, and if I see them again this week, I'll pinch one or both of them on general principles.
"Why, look at this thing sensibly. Here are our two matrons, both widows, both nice looking and fairly young. If those men came here in search of wives wouldn't they steal our matrons instead of conducting a circus performance and making a lot of women put on their best clothes and come trapesing down to the city hall?"
Before the fat man without any hair on top left, he slipped one of the reporters the name and address of a woman. There was pride in his eye, when he did this, and he seemed to be attempting to keep his action from the eyes of the thin man. The reporter tried to find the address, but there is no such street number. Also there is no woman by that name listed in the city directory. The reporter doesn't know whether the woman fooled the fat man or whether the fat man tried to fool the reporter. It'll all come out in the wash today.Labels: city hall, clothing, police matron, romance, Sergeant McVey, telephone, women March 2, 1908 CIGAR GIRL TALKS OF MARRIED BLISS.
DOESN'T SEE MUCH EVIDENCE OF IT AMONG MEN.
Her Opinion Is That the Long Green
Does It, Whiskers or No Whis-kers, and She Is Not Dodging the Issue.
"This isn't a cigar store, it's a confidential station," said the lady who spends the day selling clear Havanas for straight 10 and some for a quarter. "No, this is the place where a man comes up and spends one minute in purchasing a rope and then lets go of his secrets for the next ten.
"See that man there, the one who just left the counter? Well, that fellow has been drinking so much that corn juice is beginning to ooze out of his face. He insists on telling me how good he is when sober. Of course, I have to take his word for it.
"A lot of people wonder why I don't nab some of these human prize packages and take up the tranquil life in a four-room flat. Well, if they heard as many of these hard-luck matrimonial narratives as I do, it wouldn't take 'em long to understand why I play single and look satisfied.
"One of my regular customers has been married for five years. He tells me on the strict level that he would rather go to the pen for five years than to take another woman with the same disposition as his wife.
"Another man asked me if I didn't think $50 for a woman's hat was unreasonable. I told him that I could wear a different hat every day in the week for $50 and look like a class A type at that. Just what I thought, said the man with the millinery troubles. Some wives who never had to earn their own living don't know the A B C's of economy.
"I get an earful every day on domestic complications and I have observed that these difficulties generally arise in the case of a pair of doves who couldn't see life with a field glass unless they were both harnessed on the same limb. I don't want to appear pessimistic. I think that matrimonial negotiations is the finish. It's like getting your teeth filled. It may be painful, but you're just up against it.
"As for sentimental orthography, however, that's a brand that finds no place in my diary. Just between you and me (I'll hand out a little cross-your-heart talk myself now) I intend to hook up to a live one some of these days. It will be on a commercial basis with scientific auxiliaries. I want a man about ten years older than I am which means, of course, that his mental faculties will be well developed. He will also be tamed by that time. It doesn't matter whether he has long whisker or whether he eats rice pudding with his knife, just so as he can listen to reason and has a bale of long green to keep the grocer, the dressmaker, the dress maker and the headgear lady from getting peevish between the 1st and 10th of the month. When that specimen comes along at the psychological moment I'm going to put on my affinity manners, and when he springs those divine words you can see our little soul sister batting out the longest home run ever recorded in these parts.
"If you have anything of that description in your form chart," concluded the cigar lady, "just put me in the running as the one best bet."Labels: cigars, marriage, romance February 26, 1908 ADMITS HE KISSED THE WIDOW.
Any Other Married Man Would Have Done the Same, Says Murphy.
"Everyone knows that I, or any other married man, would kiss a grass widow if he had a chance, and I do not deny that I did. In fact, I do not deny anything that my wife might say in her petition for divorce, nor do I care to confirm it," said Albert Murphy, owner of the Monarch hotel, at Twelfth and Charlotte streets, yesterday, as he leaned over the desk in his hotel. His wife filed suit for divorce, charging that he kissed a grass widow at the hotel.
"When I became of age people knew from then on that I would kiss a grass widow. What married man wouldn't? I defy any man in the city to name one that would not. My wife has sued me for divorce, and I would not walk to the door to prevent it. I do not care whether she gets a divorce or not. I never even called up an attorney about the matter.
"I do not care what she charges against me. I will not say anything more about the affair. My friends knew all about this affair long ago, and I do not care what other people hear about it. But I do want to say that I will never deny kissing grass widows."Labels: Charlotte street, Divorce, hotels, romance, Twelfth street February 17, 1908
HER LOVE DREAM NOT SHATTERED.
COUNTRY GIRL CAME TO WED MAN SHE MET ON TRAIN.
FIRST VISIT TO BIG TOWN.
SWEETHEART FAILED TO MEET HER; UNDER ARREST.
"I Love Him More Than I Do Myself. Please Have That Big Policeman Let Him Talk to Me," Miss Willis Said.
Ida A. Willis of Blackrock, Ark., came to Kansas City to marry James Rainwater, whom she had met on a train in Arkansas. Both Miss Willis and Rainwater were examined by Police Captain Walter Whitsett yesterday evening and are being held for investigation.
Ida, who confesses to 18 years, when she looks to be not over 15, walks flat-footed and wears neither a straight front nor a rat in her hair, is comely in spite of her dress. Her eyes have the shade of blue that appeals and when she takes your hands and asks you to help her out of trouble you feel like doing your best.
"I love him so," she said last night as she lay on the couch in the matron's office and fingered a Baptist hymnal which she had brought with her from Blackrock. "I love him more than myself. Please have that nice, big policeman who talked to me let him out of jail and send him up to see me. I want to talk to him.
"I was never in a city like this before, although I have worked in Hoxie and in Jonesburg, Ark. I never saw big buildings like you have here And I never saw a policeman half as big as the captain who talked to me so nice this afternoon and said I ought to go home to my mother. But I'm not going home until they let me talk with Rainwater, and they might as well understand that. If they lock him up I'll stay around and get to see him."
It was a case of love at first sight with Ida Willis.
"I was riding with a girl friend, Clara Lempson, on a train from Jonesburg to Blackrock last Decembr," she says. "We made a lot of racket trying to turn a seat back over, and couldn't get it to turn. Rainwater and a young man who was with him turned the seat for us, and we fell to talking. He was awfully nice, and when he asked me where I lived, I told him. He has written bushels of letters since. Saturday he telegraphed a ticket to me, and I came out here to be married.
"I didn't find him at the depot, where he said he would be, and so I went to the matron She sent me up here. There was a detective there, who said he would help find Rainwater."
Rainwater, whose first name, he says, is James, and the girl says is Joseph, has been driving a hack for the Depot Carriage and Baggage company for fifteen months. When Mrs. L. A. Shull, the depot matron, told Detective Bradley about the girl, Bradley hunted him up and sent him to police headquarters, where the girl was. Captain Whitsett met Rainwater on the stairs of the matron's rooms and questioned him. Rainwater didn't answer to suit the captain and was locked up.
Catain Whitsett telegraphed to Miss Willis's father in Blackrock last night for instructions.
Labels: Captain Whitsett, depot matron, detectives, railroad, romance, Union depot, visitors February 11, 1908 SANG BENEATH HER WINDOW.
So Concetta Paolo, Wife of Another, Is Sent to a Refuge.
The Italian girl who ran away from her husband of three months in St. Paul, Minn., and came to Kansas City with Paul Dominick, who was best man at her wedding, was yesterday transferred from the detention home to the House of the Good Shepherd. Dominick, who was fined in police court for vagrancy, is at large, and night before last came and sang beneath the window of the girl's cell in the detention home.
The girl will be held here by order of the children's court until money is obtained from her parents in St. Paul, when she will be put on a train with a ticket for home. She is kept locked up so that Dominick cannot talk with her.
In the children's court yesterday the girl said that her real name is not Rose Trapiss, but is Concetta Paolo. She told Judge H. L. McCune that she would never return to her husband, but would be glad if he could send her back to her mother. When asked if she loved Dominick, she sat silent.
Concetta is only 15 years old, but looks two years older. She is so beautiful that, despite her shabby clothes, people, who had seats in the court room, stood up to gaze at her.Labels: detention home, immigrants, Judge McCune, juvenile court, romance, vagrancy February 7, 1908 JEALOUS RIVAL STABBED HIM.
Matt Rech Suffers Because Girl Re- fuses to Wed Another Man.
Lola Ealy's refusal yesterday morning to marry Clyde Duncan, a boarder whom she had known only three weeks, resulted in the stabbing of Matt Rech, another boarder, last evening at 6 o'clock. The affair was at Mrs. Elizabeth Ealy's boarding house, 802 East Fourteenth street. After her refusal the girl said Duncan threatened to kill her. Then the mother ordered him to move from the house, which he did. But at supper time he entered the dining room, where Rech, of whom he was supposed to be jealous, was seated at the table. Duncan says he had been drinking heavily. He had an open knife in his hand and made for Rech, whose back was turned. Mrs. Ealy, hoping to save a life, raised a chair and struck Duncan over the head just as he reached around Rech and plunged in the knife over the victim's heart.
Rech was taken to McCall's sanitarium with a wound that it was said late last night would probably prove fatal. Drs. E. L. Rubel and H. B. McCall attended him.
Duncan was arrested at 11 o'clock and spent the night at No. 4 police station. He said he had been very drunk and had no clear recollection of the affair. Rech is a cable man for the Home Telephone Company and Duncan is a laborer.Labels: boarding house, doctors, Fourteenth street, hospitals, romance, violence January 20, 1908
LOSS OF LOVE CAUSES SUICIDE.
EARL LEMMON SHOOTS HIM- SELF IN THE HEAD.
GIRL BREAKS ENGAGEMENT.
"Do Not Trifle With a Man as If He Were a Dog," the Last Words by Lem- mon. 
EARL LEMMON.
Because Nellie Hickey, 2521 Myrtle avenue, had broken her engagement to marry him, Earl Lemmon, 24 years old, killed himself in his room at Twenty-sixth and Mersington streets yesterday afternoon. Less than two hours after he had bed Miss Hickey a cheerful adieu, his body was found lying across a bed in his room, a 38 caliber pistol lying beside it and a wound in the head revealing the course of the bullet. Upon a table near by the coroner found the following letter:
To All of My Friends. Please forgive me for what I am about to do. I have suffered as no one knows in the last four or five months, but cannot stand it any longer. You will find my plicey at Mrs. Hanifin's. One deed to a lot at Thirty-third and Brighton, a deed to two lots on Leeds road in that box also. If hell is any worse than what I have went through with, I am willing to welcome it.Mr. Cook, you will find a few bills unpaid. If my brothers care for me, they owe me enough to pay all my bills. Give my watch to Mr. Cook and my ring to Nellie. You don't konw what I went through with for you, and you shall never know. But be square next time. Do not trifle with a man as if he was a dog, because they bite back. I must stop now. God bless you. Love and best wishes to Nellie. (Signed) EARL.
(P. S.) God forgive me for this. Goodby all. What money I had I lost some six or seven months ago in a freind-turn-you-down-style.
TWENTY KISSES FOR NELLIE.
Beside this letter was found a souvenir postcard with the photograph of a girl upon it. Upon this card, scrawled in the dead man's handwriting, were the words: "Twenty kisses; goodby, Nellie. Be a good girl."
Young Lemmon was employed by Clayton E. Cook of the Home Produce Company at 2446 Cleveland. He roomed in the home of Clarence Stumpff, a fellow employe, in a cottage near Twenty-sixth and Mersington streets. During the eighteen months he had been in the employ of Mr. Cook he was said to have been a sober, industrious, hard working young man. He had managed to save a little money which he had invested in real estate.
Early yesterday morning he called at the home of Miss Hickey. About n oon he returned to his room and ended his life.
Miss Hickey is the daughter of Lawrence Hickey, a Missouri Pacific switchman. She was very much distressed at the news. When she was seen at her home several hours after the suicide, her eyes were swollen with weeping.
JEALOUS OF THE GIRL. 
MISS NELLIE HICKEY.
For the Loss of Whose Love Earl Lemmon Ended His Life.
"Earl and I have been sweethearts from childhood," she said. "We have been betrothed for several years. But he was insanely jealous of me, and several months ago I broke off the engagement on that account. At that time he threatened to kill himself, but I never thought he would do it. He seemed very much grieved because I had received attentions from other young men, but I didn't think ghe took it so much to heart. This morning he called upon me and we chatted pleasantly. When he started home, he called out, 'Goodby Nell,' very cheerfully. There was nothing in his manner that indicated he was thinking of killing himself.
The story was corroborated by Mr. and Mrs. Hickey. Both said there had never been any parental objections to the affair between their daughter and Lemmon, and that ever since the engagement was broken off the young man had been on terms of close friendship with the family.
Lemmon has a brother, bert Lemmon, who lives at the home of a Mrs. Hanifin at 3315 East Twenty-second street. He has four other brothers, a foster sister, who lives in Armourdale, and his father, who lives in California.
Labels: Armourdale, Cleveland avenue, Mersington street, romance, Suicide, Thirty-third street, Twenty-second street, Twenty-sixth street December 24, 1907 IS SHE TO MARRY A COUNT?
Romance in the Coming Wedding of Miss Helen Ogden.
Neighbors and friends of Miss Helen Ogden, daughter of George Ogden, 3042 Vine street, are all full of excitement and curiosity caused by the rumor of her approaching marriage. There is thought to be a great deal of romance woven about this weding. Who and what the groom might be is a complete mystery to them, and Miss Ogden and her parents are doing their best to preserve this air of mystery by being exceedingly reticent concerning the intended husband.
Yesterday Miss Ogden and her sweetheart, Antonio Valladarius, went to the court house and procured a marriage license. He gave his address as Topeka, Kas. The marriage license recorder was asked to keep the application away from public eyes, and to give out no information concerning it whatever.
Notwithstanding this request it leaked out, and with it the information that Valladarius was not from Topeka, but had come from Lima, Peru. Both Miss Ogden and her father admint that he is a native Peruvian and that he has never lived in this country. Where the couple met is not known. Miss Ogden has never been to South America.
It is said by Miss Ogden's neighbors that Valladarius is a count of the old Peruvian nobility. While in this city he has led people to believe that he is amply fixed so far as finances are concerned. He is a large, handsome man and, from his speech, the neighbors say, one would readily see that he is a foreigner.
Miss Ogden said that her sweetheart was a graduate of one of the best universities in the United States, and though she would not tell which university she meant, a Yale pennant was conspicuously hung on the wall in her home.
When Miss Ogden was asked when the wedding would take place she replied, "I do not know; probably not for two weeks and it may be Saturday. We have not yet fixed the date, but I promise you that we will not run away from Kansas City to marry."
"Why did you get the marriage license yesterday if you do not intend intend to be married within a day or two?" asked the reporter.
"Well," she replied nervously, "you see there are so many things which have to be thought of at the last minute that we got the license yesterday so that we would be sure to have it when we were ready to use it and I never dreamed that anyone would find out about it."
Valladarius could not be found last night. He had not registered at any hotel in the city.Labels: romance, Topeka, Vine street November 27, 1907 MAD WOOER IS INDICTED.
Pearl Smith's Tormentor Says He Is Going Insane.
Clay Fulton was indicted by the criminal court grand jury yesterday for assault with intent to kill upon the story told the jury by Miss Pearl Smith, daughter of Dr. E. O. Smith of 212-14 Wabash avenue, whom Fulton compelled to walk twelve blocks with him Friday night at the point of a revolver.
Fulton, who is now in the county jail, claims that he is on the verge of insanity from smoking cigarettes. Dr. Smith says that an attempt will be made to have Fulton declared insane and confined in the asylum at St. Joseph.
"I have heard that insanity runs in the family," said Dr. Smith. "The young man's father died in an insane asylum."
Miss Smith is a striking looking young girl with abundant blond hair and deep blue eyes. She is slight in figure and appears to be little more than a child. She shuddered when she spoke of the experience.
"I hardly knew what to do when Mr. Fulton pointed a revolver in my face and told me to come with him at once to be married," she said. "I was so excited that it seems wonderful to me that I had strength enough to accompany him for that long, long walk. I am still nervous about it."Labels: criminal court, doctors, jail, mental health, romance, Wabash avenue November 26, 1907 MADDENED BY LOVE
CRAZED SUITOR THREATENS THE LIFE OF MISS PEARL SMITH.
FORCES HER TO LEAVE HOME
AFTER DRAMATIC EXPERIENCE SHE MANAGES TO ESCAPE.
Clay Fulton, the Lover, Is Arrested, and His Sanity Is to Be Investi- gated -- He Is a Printer and Has Had Trouble.
Through fear of immediate death from a pistol in the hands of a half-crazed suitor, Miss Pearl Smit, daughter of Dr. E. O. Smith, 212-14 Wabash avenue, and well known in local society, was compelled to leave her father's home and walk twelve blocks in the cold of last Friday night before an opportunity of escape presented itself. Even then she was forced to seek refuge in a stable and hid in a wagon for over an hour lest the defeated suitor should be in hiding outside and shoot her upon sight. Clay Fulton, the man in the case, has been placed under arrest and has admitted to police his share of the weird affair.
The young woman was for two days prostrated from the nervous shock, but recovered sufficiently yesterday to tell of the remarkable experience she had undergone. In the presence of her father, Dr. E. O. Smith, she told the story graphically too newspaper men.
Fulton and the girl had been acquainted for several years. The young man had repeatedly paid court to her. Finding his advances were not encouraged, it appears that he brooded over the matter and Friday night determined to take things into his own hands. He purchased a revolver in the afternoon, and that night went to the girl's home without warning her in advance of his intended visit.
The home of Dr. Smith is a large double house fronting upon Wabash avenue. One side of it is the family residence, while the other is used by the physician as his office. When Fulton appeared the girl was in the office, while her family were in the residence side of the house. The man rang at the office door and Miss Smith went to let the visitor in.
WANTED TO MARRY HER.
According to her story, she did not know it was Fulton until he was incide the reception hall. He was wearing a heavy overcoat, with his hat drawn down over his eyes. No sooner had he entered, she avers, than he drew his revolver and pointed it at her.
"Don't make any noise," he is said to have exclaimed, "or I will shoot. I am tired of being put off and I want you to go with me. I want you to marry me. If you make any alarm I shall kill you."
"I was too astonished and scared to scream," said Miss Smith last night. "I believed he was desperate and would do as he said. So I tried to temporize. I told him I had no wraps, and asked him to let me get a cloak. He was excited and refused to allow me out of his sight. I thought it best to go along wiht him and take my chance to escape. I believe he would have killed me if I had cried out there in the house So I went out with him."
"I was wearing only a light house dress, which had short sleeves, and a thin pair of shoes. It was pretty cold out on the stret, and I began ot suffer almost as soon as I was outside. When I wished to go into some place and get warm, the man refused me, saying he would not let me go into any place in that part of town where he was unknown for fear of outside interference. He talked wildly about my refusing to marry him, and said I would have to marry hinm right away. He warned me repeatedly not to make any outcry. We walked on Wabash avenue to Ninth street and then turned west. I kept asking him to let me go into some place and get warm, but he insisted that I wait until we should get to Twelfth and Paseo, where, he said, he was known. At Garfield, I persuaded him to go into a restaurant and telephone to his sister to bring me some wraps, telling him I would be gettin gwarm while he did the talking As son as I saw him busy with the telephone I ran out of the place and went to Newcomer's undertaking rooms.
HID IN A WAGON.
There I found David Newcomer and Mr. P. M. McDaniel, whom I knew, and I asked them to hide me. I felt sure the man would come looking for me and would shoot me if he found me. The men at Newcomer's led me into a shed adjoining the office and I climbed up into a wagon and lay there until I was sure there would be no further danger. Then I went back home in a carriage. I think I must have been in there an hour, and," smilingly, "it was the longest hour I ever passed."
Immediately the police were notified of the affair and Detectives Oldham and Boyle were detailed upon the case. Yesterday they arrested young Fulton and locked him up in a cell at police headquarters. When questioned about the matter by Captain Whitsett last night, he gave a rambling, incoherent account of troubles which led him to the action he took Fridaynight. He frankly admitted that he had threatened Miss Smith with a revolver. Asked if he would have shot her had she refused to accompany him, he answered simply: "I do not know."
Young Fulton lives with his mother and two sisters at 1438 East Fourteenth street. He has been employed as a printer in a number of shops about town. About three weeks ago he left the employ of Hallman's printing establishment in the Gumbel building at Eighth and Walnut streets. It is the theory of the police that the man has been brooding over troubles, real or imaginary, until his mind has become temporarily disordered and that his strange deed of Friday night was the result. An attempt will be made by the girl's father, Dr. Smith, to have his sanity investigated today.Labels: Captain Whitsett, detectives, doctors, Eighth street, Fourteenth street, Garfield avenue, mental health, Paseo, romance, Twelfth street, undertakers, Wabash avenue, Walnut Street November 6, 1907
WAITED FOR POISON TO ACT.
Woman Tells How it Feels to Expect to Die. Mrs. Ora Shugart, the young woman who attempted suicide by taking cloroform yesterday at the Sexton hotel, was removed from the emergency hospital this morning to the home of her grandmother, Mrs. H. A. Snyder, at 2010 East Seventh street. She will recover.
Mrs. Shugart and a man giving the name of M. L. Wells registered at the Sexton hotel as husband and wife last Monday night. She was found unconscious in her room yesterday afternoon. "Wells was jealous of another friend of mine," Mrs. Shugart said this morning, "and he threatened to kill me. He left the room saying he was going after a revolver. I thought I would kill myself before he had a chance to do so. "I sent a bellboy out for an ounce of chloroform, saying I wished to use it to clean my kid gloves.
"After I took the poison I combed my hair, polished my finger nails and stood around and waited to see what it was going to do. I took the poison about 10:30 o'clock; it was about noon when I became unconscious." Mrs. Shugart hadn't heard from Wells this morning. Labels: emergency hospital, hotels, romance, Seventh street, Suicide November 2, 1907 ONE OF A GIRL CARGO HERE.
MISS SCHEILPLAND IS GOING TO IDA- HO FOR A HUSBAND.
He Sent a Tag With His Name and Ad- dress for Her to Use in Travel- ing -- She Can Talk Only Dutch.
At least one of a cargo of "marriageable girls" brought to the United States by the White Star Steamship company last month has found a husband. She is Cornelia Scheilpland, a Hollander, and she was at the Union depot this morning on her way to Lewiston, Idaho, where she is to be married to William Kay, a member of a milling firm.
"I speak Holland Dutch and I am going to Lewiston, Idaho," was written in English on a shipping tag with her prospective husband's firm name printed on it.
"He sent me that to New York," she said to George Jenkins, the Union depot interpreter. "He wishes that I should not get lost, I think."
HER LINEN UMBRELLA.
It would have been difficult to distinguish Miss Scheilpland from any other traveler as she sat in the chair car of the Burlington's Northwest Flyer this morning. She was dressed in a neat suit of gray with a hat that corresponded in every particular. An ostrich plume was the only trimming. She wore heavy traveling boots and the only indications of foreign birth was a linen umbrella. Securely tied to that umbrella was a silk sunshade with a silver handle.
WITH THE DEPOT INTERPRETER.
Miss Scheipland arrived in Kansas City last night from New York and because her train was late she was compelled to stay over night. George Jenkins, the Union depot interpreter, found her in the depot and after a few moments' conversation learned her story. Then he took her to his home at 214 South Mill street, Kansas City, Kas. Mrs. Jenkins talks excellent Dutch and they had a long visit.
"I have friends in New York," she told Mrs. Jenkins. "I came from Holland with many other girls and we all were looking for husbands. My friends in New York had friends a-way out there and wrote a letter. Then I got a letter which said I should come there and marry. I am going now, and I want to like everything and my husband, too."
A thou sand and two marriageable girls arrived in New York, September 27, on the White Star steamship Baltic looking for good husbands. A few days later the company announced that several hundred more were coming.Labels: immigrants, Kansas City Kas, railroad, romance, Union depot, visitors October 30, 1907 SHE WILL HAVE TO WAIT.
Sixteen-Year-Old Girl Thought She Could Wed in Kansas.
James C. Upchurch and Lillie Woner, aged 22 and 16 years, respectively, of Lathrop, Mo., called at the office of Probate Judge Van B. Prather in Kansas City, Kas., yesterday morning and informed the magistrate that they wished to be married. When the would-be bride announced her age as 15 years the judge turned in his chair and asked if she had the written consent of her parents.
"I should say not," blushingly replied the girl, "and that's not all, I can't get it."
"Well, I am very sorry, but I cannot marry you under the circumstances," said the judge. "If you had just stretched your age a little, say two years, you would have been marriageable."
The young couple appeared to be much disappointed. Miss Woner stated that she had been told that girls could get married in Kansas at 16 years old, and that was the reason they had come to that state to have the ceremony performed.Labels: children, Judge Prather, romance October 21, 1907 SHE MARRIED IN HASTE.
Grace White Was Dazzled by Her Suitor's Claims to Greatness.
On Tuesday, October 15, Fred Melleni, alias Fred Walden, met Miss Grace White, a young waitress in Clark's restaurant, 123 West Twelfth street. On the 16th and 17th he did some fast and furious courting, and on Friday, the 18th, Fred Melleni and Miss Grace White were married by Justice Michael Ross.
Three days before, Mellleni had been arrested by the police and held over night for investigation. His picture was in the rogue's gallery. He was released on the morning of October 13, upon his protestations that he was trying to live honestly. Then he met his affinity and married her. Melleni says he is an actor. He borrowed money from friends to get his marriage license.
Yesterday Sheriff King of Clay county took the groom away from his bride on a warrant charging Melleni with the theft of a suit of clothes from Fred Dunn, who keeps the Royal hotel at Excelsior Springs, and $13 in money and a gold watch from C. C. Michael of this city, who was a guest of the hotel. The thefts are alleged to have been committed about three weeks ago.
Melleni's wife says he told her that he was well connected, and that his father was owner of two opera houses in Hanover, Germany. The young wife's home is in Golden City, Mo., where her father is a structural ironworker.Labels: con artist, Excelsior Springs, Judges, romance, Twelfth street October 12, 1907 CHILDERS IS STILL UNMATED.
Centropolis Station Agent Hasn't Heard From Any Baltic Girls.
"One thousand of them! Just think, ten hundred beautiful young women to choose a wife from!"
W. R. Childers, station agent at Centropolis, who recently wrote to a friend in New York to have the best appearing and most amiable of the 1,000 marriageable young women who arrived from Ireland on the steamship Baltic picked out for him, made this exclamation yesterday. Childers says his friend, although a bachelor, is a connoisseur of feminine charms, and he has no fears of the result.
But in spite of his enthusiasm, Childers does not try to conceal that the fact he has not yet heard from his friend in regard to his bride-to-be looks a bit ominous. But surely, he says, there must have been at least one pretty, amiable, and also manageable, you Irish lassie among a cargo of 1,000.
Another cargo of Irish girls of about the same number is expected to land in New York within a day or so, and Childers believes that as soon as his friend has seen the young women from the "ould sod" in the coming ship, and has compared them with those who landed, he will be ready to communicate some interesting news. Choice of 2,004 Irish lassies would be even better, if possible, than choice of 1,002.
Every mail is carefully watched by Station Agent Childers for a letter from his New York friend John Alden, although he says that it really will not be time for a communication on the subject for a day or so at best. But in spite of this fact Childers carefully watches for every mail sack which is left at Centropolis, and obligingly helps the postmaster to sort out its contents. And every time he hears his call on the telegraph instrument in the station he jumps to answer even quicker than his duty demands, for it would be a relief to get a bit of news over the wire -- even if it were only the girl's name.Labels: Centropolis, romance, telegraph September 7, 1907 LOSES BOTH WIFE AND MONEY.
Belgian Claims She Has Eloped With a Former Lover.
A complaint was made yesterday in the North city court by Camiel Vaunieveweborgh against his wife, Cassimeria, charging that she had taken from a bureau drawer in the home, just outside the city limits of Argentine, then ran away with another man. All three are Belgians, speaking the English language imperfectly.
Vaunieveweborgh alleges that he brought his wife from Brussels to this country August 4, and that the man she went away with, who is a former lover of the wife, followed them across the ocean to at last elope with her.Labels: immigrants, marriage, romance September 5, 1907 BABY SPOILED IT ALL.
Case of Mistaken Identity Loses Young Man a Companion.
A young man and woman were seated together in the waiting room of the Union depot last night. They had never met before, but were getting along famously when a little child about 3 years old emerged from the crowd. At first the child looked lost and bewildered, but seeing the young man her face brightened. She ran toward him, threw herself in his lap and called him "Papa." The young woman grew indignant.
"You told me you were not --"
"But I insist I never saw this child before," the young man interrupted.
"You need not tell me," said the young woman, with all the dignity and hauteur possible. "You are just a common masher. I thought I liked you, and that you would be pleasant company on my trip, but I hate you so now."
It was useless for the young man to attempt to further explain. The child had her arms about his neck and was calling him "Papa."
"I guess I will take this child to the information bureau," the young man announced, for the benefit of the young woman.
"No, that story does not go here," said Pi Howell, the "ask me" man. "That kid is probably yours, and I have all the kids I want. You cannot leave the child with me."
While the argument was waxing warm a woman rushed frantically to the information window.
"I have lost my baby," she shouted. Then seeing the child in the arms of a strange man she snatched it to her.
"I found papa," the child said.
Then the woman took a second look at the embarrassed young man.
"Well, you do look something like my husband," she said. "you see, my husband is a traveling man, and it has been a long time since 'Baby' saw him. I left her in a seat a few minutes ago and when I returned she was gone. She mistook you for my husband."
"Say, there is a young woman -- a very angry young woman here in the depot that I want you to explain this affair to," the man said. But the young woman could not be found.Labels: children, romance, Union depot September 3, 1907 SO SHE COULD WED.
DAUGHTER HASTENED FUNERAL OF HER MOTHER.
DID NOT WAIT FOR PRIEST. MARRIED SOON AFTER LEAVING THE CEMETERY.
John Dugan, Recently Divorced, Ar- rested After His Wedding With Margaret Delougherty -- It Is Claimed Woman Is of Unsound Mind.
The priest who administered the last spiritual advices to Mrs. Catherine Delougherty, of No. 1208 Guinotte street, missed her funeral yesterday morning because Marguerite Delogherty, daughter of the dead woman, was in such a hurry to get married that she had the ceremony advanced a half hour and the sexton had thrown the sod over the coffin before the holy man arrived. Friends of Mrs. Delougherty during her lifetime were astonished when they went to the house at the appointed hour, and later drove hurriedly to St. Mary's cemetery, only to find the grave filled in and the cemetery officials in charge.
"Miss Delougherty drove to the county court house," the sexton told the belated mourners, "at least that is the address her escort gave to the driver."
CARRIAGE FOLLOWS FUNERAL.
The Delougherty funeral was set for 10 o'clock yesterday morning. Mrs. Delougherty, 71 years old, had died Saturday night, but no wake had yet been held. The dead woman owned a large amount of real estate and was reputed to have a large sum of ready money in the bank.
Marguerite Delougherty is 35. For several months John Dugan, a switchman, employed by the Missouri Pacific railway, had boarded at the Delougherty home. Three months ago his wife, who was but 25, secured a divorce.
Yesterday morning, for a reason unknown at the time, Miss Delougherty gave orders for the funeral procession to leave the house at 9:30 o'clock. She rode in a carriage with neighbors. Dugan occupied a carriage alone in the seat of the procession.
At the grave the few friends who had arrived in time to accompany the body remonstrated with the daughter to await the coming of the priest, but she declared in authoritative manner that his coming did not matter and ordered the sexton to fill up the grave. At this juncture, as the little group of friends looked on bewildered, Dugan advanced and handed Miss Delougherty into his own carriage and told the driver to take them to the court house. The little group of friends sadly departed.
PROCURED A MARRIAGE LICENSE.
A marriage license was at once procured and by the time the priest had arrived at the cemetery, Miss Delougherty was being married to Dugan by the Rev. H. S. Chruch, of No. 328 Park avenue, who had been called to the office of the license clerk while the necessary papers were being filled in and approved.
As the priest turned away from the covered grave the daughter re-entered her carriage at the court house and she and her husband drove toward the Delougherty home. The stopped at several houses and invited their friends to a bridal feast. Before the carriage reached the home a case of beer and a jug of liquor had been taken on.
The presence of negroes mingling with white persons at the marriiage festivities attracted neighborhood attention and soon the information of a carousal at the Delougherty home was telephoned to President E. R. Weeks, of the Humane Society. Here the troubles of the married pair began. For President Weeks had investigated the Delougherty girl before, and had on his desk the opinion of a medical man that she is of unsound mind. On two occasions, President Weeks said, neighbors called his attention to Miss Delougherty's condition, and he later called in Dr. J. F. Sawyer, Fifth street and Lydia avenue, who was the Delougherty family physician. He readily gave his opinion that the girl is not always mentally reasonable.
THE GROOM ARRESTED.
W. H. Gibbens, assistant Humane officer, was dispatched to the Delougherty home, and soon after Patrolman Fitzgerald arrived and placed the bridegroom under arrest. He was locked up for investigation. Today a charge may be placed against, or, at the expiration of twenty-four hours, he must be released.
President Weeks said he may act under the statute which prevents the marriage of one of unsound mind or on the grounds that the probate court should become custodian of the property of the deceased.
J. W. Hogan, an assistant county prosecutor who investigated the arrest, stated that the marriage of an imbecile is not void, but that the marriage may at once be canceled by authorities if the case is proven.
Neighbors of the Deloughertys stated last night that recently the aged woman showed bruised arms and stated to them that she had been beaten. That, they say, was three weeks ago. Immediately, the neighbors state, Mrs. Delougherty was reported ill and that she was never able to leave her bed.
The bride remained last night in her mother's death chamber alone after the arrest of the groom.Labels: cemetery, doctors, Funeral, Humane Society, ministers, Park avenue, race, romance, wedding August 18, 1907 PECULIAR FAMILY MIXUP.
Father and Son Are Married to Sis- ters at Piper, Kas.
The inhabitants of the little village of Piper, just north of Kansas City, Kas., in Wyandotte county, are at present engaged in a general debate over a relationship problem which has arisen as a result of the recent marriage of William Waldson and Eliza E. Wilson, of that place. The bridge is a sister of Flora Walldson, who was married to John Waldson, father of William Waldson, several years ago. Now that the father and son have married sisters they become brothers-in-law, and the elder Mrs. Waldson becomes her sister's mother-in-law.
Mr. and Mrs. John Waldson have four children, which are half-brothers and sisters of young Mr. Waldson. Now the question that threatens to wreck the mental faculties of all Piper is, should the last union be blessed with off-springs, what relation will they be to the other young Waldsons.
The entire countryside in and about Piper has taken up the argument, and it is feared that the crops will not get harvested as a result. Men congregate at the town post-office and discuss the matter in large numbers while little knots of farmers and farmhands are seen at the cross roads speculating on the marriage of the Waldsons and the Wilsons.Labels: romance August 17, 1907 IT WAS NOT AN ELOPEMENT.
Embrey, the Bridegroom, Was 70, and the Bride Was 75.
When Isaac Embrey, 70 years old, and Frances C. Brown, aged 75 years, both of Eldorado, Kas., walked into the office of Probate Judge Van B. Prather, Kansas City, Kas., yesterday morning and asked for a marriage license the magistrate, who has so frequently figured in Cupid's romances, looked up over his eyeglasses and smilingly inquired, "This is not an elopement, I trust?"
"No, judge; I will testify that the marriage is with the consent of all concerned," spoke Mrs. J. W. Moberly, of Kansas City, Kas., who is a daughter of Mr. Embrey, adn who had accompanied her aged father to the court house to act as a witness to his second marriage.
After Judge Prather had finished fillinog out the license Mr. Embrey turned to his sweetheart of 75 years, remarking, "I gu ess we might as well have the whole job done now while we are at it." She willingly consented, and the ceremony was performed. Upon leaving the judge's office the bride, with her face smothered with blushes, said she felt more embarrasssment than she did the first time she was led to the altar.Labels: Judge Prather, Kansas City Kas, romance, Seniors August 12, 1907 POLICEMAN TAKES A WIFE.
Patrolman Lee and Miss Pansey Clark United at Leavenworth.
The secret of the marriage of Patrolman Duke R. Lee, of the mounted squad, to Miss Pansey B. Clark last Wednesday at Leavenworth leaked out only yesterday. Miss Clark is the daughter of Albert Clark, 4315 East Fifteenth street, a retired civil engineer, who amassed a substantial fortune in railway construction in South America. The young woman attended Central high school here, and later graduated from the University of Michigan.
Patrolman Lee, prior to joining the force a year ago was a member of the general recruiting service of the army. He was brought up on a ranch in Wyoming, where his parents own extensive ranch lands.Labels: Fifteenth street, Leavenworth, police, romance August 12, 1907 NEGRO WANTS TO MARRY WHITE GIRL.
Because Probate Judge Van B. Prather of Wyandotte county refused to grant him a license to wed a white girl named Cleva Stewart, 21 years old, Thomas Sanderson, a negro, 36 years old, says he will seek a writ of mandamus of the circuit court today requiring the judge to issue the license. Labels: Judge Prather, race, romance August 7, 1907 CHILDREN MARRIED FOR A DAY.
Mothers Part 18-Year-Old Elopers Till They're 20.
TRENTON, Mo., Aug. 6 (Special.). -- Juanita Collier and Wilber Newton, both aged 18, daughter of an engineer and son of a farmer, during the absense of the girl's parents, ran off to Kasnas City, Kas., Sunday, and were married.
They intended to keep it a secret, but some of their young friends met them at the depot with rice and old shoes and the couple were obliged today to face their parents and acknowledge that they were married.
The mothers, who live twelve miles apart, talked over the phone this morning and decided that the young man whould be sent west to stay on a ranch until he is 20 years of age, and that in the meantime his bride must stay at home.Labels: Kansas City Kas, romance July 28, 1907 FORGIVEN IN DEATH
BODY OF MRS. INEZ YOTHERS IS FINALLY CLAIMED. MAN WHOSE SHORT HONEYMOON WAS WRECKED ARRIVES
Married in May, Bride Soon Fell in Love With Another and Deserted Home -- Ends Life in The Street With Acid.
The first tear to fall on the bier of Mrs. Inez Yothers since her suicide June 26 was yesterday -- a tear of forgiveness that gave her her first friend in death. With bowed head and strained lips, Walter Yothers, the husband whose home was wrecked when she deserted him for another, stood at the coffin, the coffin that had been shunted back and forth across three states without a claimant.
Somewhere Frank Palmer was, yesterday, released by a suicide's death, from the paramour's claims. Taking the best of her life, he deserted her in death. It was the husband who came with the final recognition.
"Yes, that is my wife. Poor Inez. She couldn't have realized what a great wrong she was doing when she deserted me and our home to run off with another man. She has paid dearly for it all and I forgive her."
Thus spoke Yothers, of Chillicothe, Mo., as he stood in the morgue of Gibson & Porter's undertaking establishment in Kansas City, Kas., yesterday morning and gazed upon the body of the woman. Tears slowly crept down his cheeks as he looked into the face of the woman who a few months ago he had led to the altar only to |
