Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, January 17, 1904, Image 26

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    COIPKNT waa the primary causa
A
of Mis Jane Doane and Mr. perry
Whellon being married In the
dark. The wedding took place In
the Church of St. John, Jackson
"7
ville, and everything had proceeded
smoothly when. Just as the clergyman was
Interrogating the bride as to hrr willing
ness to take Mr. Whellan na her wedded
husband, the gas went out and the con
gregation was left In Inky darkness. Sev
eral attempts were made to light tt again,
but on It wns evidently turned off at the
meter the result waa hardly successful.
The bride, who was superstitious, de
clared that It waa a warning to her, and
considerable difficulty was experienced In
obtaining hrr permission for the continua
tion of the service by the aid of a coup's
of candles. At the. conclusion of the cere
mony, when tho wedding party was gath
ered round the well lit supper table, a good
many Jokes were cracked at the expense
of the bridegroom, who, however, took his
dialling with good grace.
Toint Man narked Oat.
In Oloversvllle, N. T., where many bright
young women are employed In the glove
trade, one who Is popular among her asso
ciates In Daniel Hays A Co.'s factory of
fered to assume the name of a young man
also employed there. He promptly accepted
and left htn work to get his hat and coat.
The young woman donned her hat and coat
and prepared to accompany him, but at the
last moment he decided not to marry. He
acknowledged that the girl had more cour
age than he. Now al! the other girls In
the factory think that he should live and
die a lonely bachelor because he lost an
opportunity to marry one of the most
charming girls In the shop.
Walked Tea Miles to lie Mnrrled.
The county clerk at Bowling Green. Ky.,
l-wued a matrtage license to Klchard Neigh
bors and Mlsti Mary Woolbrlght, and It waa
a very unusual wedding In some respects.
The pnrtlesi walked in from their home near
StahU a distance of ten miles, with the
mercury imt lit lie above the xero mark.
They had decided to come 4o town and be
married, and Intended to ride in a wagon,
but It was so cold that morning that they
concluded It would be more comfortab'e to
walk, and struck out with about a dozen
friends and walked the entire distance.
They were married in the county clerk's
office, and tho wholo party left after the
wedding to "hoof It" back home. The
bride is a very pretty and demure little
girl of about 19 years of age.
Married la Jail.
It may not be a particularly bad omen to
take -a bridegroom out of Jail. Common
raise and not superstition might argue
against that. Miss Mina Bennls of New
York has defied them both. Her sweet
heart won In tho Ludlow Street Jail. She
married Mm there and has Just secured
his release. Morris Tannenbaum, the young
man she has married, had been In the
prison since October on a charge of breach
of jut) mine made against him by Mrs. Frtda
Rosenthal, a widow twice as old as him
self. She brought suit for $10,000 damages.
A civil process waa issued, and he was put
In Jail.
Tannenbaum had been engaged to be
married for six years to Mlna. They had
known each other sine childhood and only
waited until they were of age to be mar
ried. When Miss Bennls' friends told her that
her fiance had made love to the attractive
widow, Mrs. Rosenthal, she refused to be
lieve It, and said that she would stick to
Mortis even If he were In prison. She
called to see him and was g'ad to hear
him say that ha never promised to marry
the widow. Mlna said that she would do
all she could to help free him from prison.
She offered to marry him In Jail and he
agreed.
Meantime, Miss Bennls sought the serv
ices of Lawyer Samuel Rosenthal, who is
a cousin, to Mrs. Frlda Rosenthal. Never
theless he consented to help the girl all he
could.
Mlna, accompanied by a rabbi and Rosen
thal, visited the Jail, and there, In Tannpn
baum's cell, she was married to the man
she loved.
It took the first week of the honeymoon
to straighten out tho legal entanglements,
and now that everything Is ready Tannen
baum will be taken to the Tombs to be
formally released. '
filrl Marries Former Kinnlnye.
There Is the case In Troy, N. T., In which
Miss KUon Watson, once an operative In
the knitting mills owned by Thomas Bres
lln, who has married her employer. Cau
tious folks might say that Cupid ought to
have thought over this match more care
fully, but he didn't, and the two ure happy,
so who cares?
Tho manlagc was the result of a ro
mance which begun when Miss Watson as
a trained nurse attended Louis RresMn. the
Bon of her former employer. Young Bres
lln's father met the nurse during his daily
Visits to his son, and on one of these oc
casions Hhe told him that she had worked
In his knitting mills and had left the work
to become a trained nurse.
The employer became infatuated with the
young nurse, and after a brief courtship
asked her to be his wife,-he having been a
widower for over twenty years. The pro
posal met with her acceptance and the ap
proval of her parents.
The wedding took place in Ilennlngton,
Vt., the home of the bride, and after the
wedding trip Mr. and Mrs. Ilreslln returned
to Troy, where they held a reception for all
the employes of the works.
Mau H, It ride 22.
The beauty of this story Is that It proves
that an old man lias Just as good a chance
nowadays as he used to have.
Because Henry Baker was past GO years
of age and had gray hair; because he had
a daughter who never aguln will see 25
and a son who has children, and because
the hublts of a widower were firmly fixed
upon him, the citizens of the town In which
he lived laughed when he fell In love with
Miss Clara Rockenfeller, aged 22.
For years Mr. Baker had been known
as the "Squire" at Streator, 111. He was
a magnate, the owner of tho big "general"
store and many acres of land. No one
ever thought he would marry again. But
five months ago folks began to notice that
he was spending much time In -tho com
pany of Miss Clara Rockenfeller. Baker's
daughter began to notice It. too. And so
did Theodore R. Rockenfeller, the father
of Miss Clara.
At first everybody laughed and declared
It was a good Joke. Then Miss Baker said
It must be stopped, as she did not enjoy
the Idea of her father making himself
ridiculou by courting a girl young enough
to be his granddaughter.
Her objections received the support of
Mr. Rockenfeller, although the latter ad
mitted that he "didn't care a rap how
ridiculous old Baker made himself appear."
Mr. Baker retorted that he didn't care a
rap, cither.
Therefore, the courtship went on. Miss
Baker plotted to outwit her father, and
Rockenfeller plotted to keep Miss Clara to
himself. But ull the plotting went for
naught.
The other day there was a quiet little
wedding at the Stratford hotel In Chicago.
Baker, his face wreathed In smiles and his
bent shoulders covered by the smoothest
broadcloth, led bis bride of 22 before the
Rev. Samuel Miller of Streator and the
two were made one. Mr. Rockenfeller's
objections had been overruled nt the last
moment and he came to see his daughter
married. Miss Baker, however, was not
present.
"Did you have to run away from your
daughter?" Mr. Baker was asked.
"I can't say that I ran, because that
wouldn't be the truth," said the old gen
tleman, modestly. "But I got here In time
for the wedding. So did the minister,
whom I brought with me. No, my daugh
ter did not stop me at tho train."
Mr. and Mrs. Baker left for California
on their honeymoon. Before they return
to Illinois they will spend considerable
time In the Holyland. They will also
travel In Europe.
When Love Was Ulind.
When tho fnmous young Countess Po
tocka was at the zenith of her career and
half the royal and noble dandies of Kurope
at her feet, a cloud suddenly dimmed the
luster of her fame. A young Austrian
woman had appeared upon the scene whoso
beauty, It wus whispered, surpassed that
of the Potocka. What might have been
the result of a clash between two blazing
stars of their magnitude will never ba
known, for scarcely had the reigning
beauty learned of the advent of so danger
ous a rival when even she herself shared
the universal feeling of pity and tragic
Interest In the fate which had overwhelmed
the new star, whom we will call Mme. X.
Tho unhappy woman contracted small
pox, and the dreadful disease not only left
her with the usual dlstlguring marks but
marked her features bo that she had be
cumo an object of ghastly, almost loath
some, appearance. She at once retired
from society, of course, and even among
her Immediate relatives constantly wore a
black veil, mercifully sparing them the
torturing sympathy which her horrible de
formity aroused. But ull this time the law
of compensation was working out one of
tho prettiest romances to be found in his
tory. Just prior to her Illness she had re
ciprocated the ardent passion expressed for
her by a dashing young cavalry officer,
and a bethothal had been announced on
the eve of hia departure for the wars.
On losing her beauty and becoming a
repulsive object, Mme. X. wrote to her
fiance, releasing him, and she was trying to
learn how to bear this added grief when
one day, as she sat in her boudoir un
veiled, she heard the young officer's voice
demanding to be admitted at once.
Rushing to the door to prevent him en
tering, she leaned against it, crying out
"For God's sake, don't come In I'm O,
havo they not told you? I am a wreck-
It will be Impossible for you to see me."
"True," replied the officer, with a merry
laugh as he pushed open the door and en
tered. 'It will be impossible for me to see
you for I am totally blind."
He had his eyes blown out by an ex
ploding shell, and thus it came to pass that
to tho one, of all on earth, to whom she
cared to be beautiful she would forever
seem as beautiful as ever. Not often does
the III wind bring such a dramatic com
pensation in Its track.
Wooed and Won Over the 'Phone.
There ia a woman now resident In Liver
pool who was wooed and won entirely
through the telephone. Her maiden name
was Miss Constance Pratt, and for more
than a year she was In charge of an ex
change office not a hundred miles from
Manchester.
Her unfailing good temper, her melodious
voice and her musical laugh, which could
be heard when she was endeavoring to
smooth down a particularly Irascible sub
scriber, must all be credited with having
helped to attract the attention of a wealthy
Liverpool merchant.
This gentleman, whom we will call Mr.
Smith, afterwnrd declared that he used
purposely to "blow up" the girl at the ex
change In order that he might have ths
satisfaction of hearing her fly into a rage.
But the more he scolded the p'.casanter
became the voice of Miss Pratt, until Mr.
Smith began to think that anyone gifted
with so remarkably sweet a temper must
be a little out of the ordinary, and he pic
tured himself the kind of countenance
which should go with such an amiable dis
position. Finally ho determined to satisfy his curi
osity and one afternoon entered the ex
change and "Interviewed" tho woman la
charge.
After that visit he called her up on th
'phone more frequently, and when not busy
Miss Pratt would converse with him for a
few minutes, and even Indulge In some mild
flirtation, though she afterward denied this.
In less than three months from the time of
calling upon her,during which period they
had never again met, Mr. Smith rang the
young woman up and offered his hand,
heart and $50,000 per annum; handsomely
agreeing that If the "full particulars" with
which he would furnish her later, were not
satisfactory Bho would have the option of
"returning the goods."
Under these conditions Miss Pratt, like a
sensible woman, accepted the proposal, and,
everything turning out satisfactorily, the
couple were married two months later. The
bride begged that as many as possible of
the telephone girls , who were with her at
the exchange should be invited, a request
which her lover readily granted, and It Is
said that the number of congratulations
which were sent by telephone exceeded ia
number anything In the memory of the oili
est operator.
As In Days of Old.
Morgiana hud just discovered the forty
thieves.
"Don't you think we should take their
pictures for tho rogues' gallery?" asked
All Baba.
"It would be quite useless," she replied,
"I have done them In oil already."
Proudly pointing to the fatal Jars, so
displayed her ability in putting up
preserves.