The Romance and Tragedy of a Widely Known Business Man of New York

finally come to an end, and at six o'clock on the evening of Saturday,

e road gave me ample time for contemplation, which I was in a mood to avail myself of. I felt all the eagerness of youth, t

be intrusted to me, to make or t

le after mile, mentally reviewing the past, loo

ive thousand dollars, while my income from my business was, so far as I could see, making a steady and gratifying increase. My health was perfect, I had not a care in the world

y, and then visited my married sister

without being too cold. I was at the Michigan avenue home early, and after a few minutes with Miss Wilson, walking through the

as busy with the final preparations, and I wandered around,

the hour

girls we entered the crowded rooms, and in a few m

journal, I will not attempt to describe the gown

seen any creature half so lovely; and as I looked into those eyes, beaming with love, trust, confidence,-everything, th

proven; but as I write these lines, looking back over more than thirty-two years of married life, I know that my m

d with me, in times of adversity and bitter trials she has stood nobly by me, always

en I would have fallen by the wayside, and her sweet companionship and keen appre

arb and made a race for the carriage, submitting goo

last farewell had been said while standing on the platform of the car as the train pulled out from the

ent we had been alon

to my business; so after a day or two each at Toledo and Alba

elieving that we were not bride and groom; but I have no doubt that if we foole

her dignity, but I fear I wa

oledo, looked at me when I registered. As I was not yet twenty-two years

rd with a very pleasant and refined family in Fort Greene Pla

my way to the office, and whenever the weather was suitable

always home at the ea

ery hour that

ome trait of character, some mental attribute, o

ives developing

ious host to my friends, I was selfish enough to wish, at times, that we

m." I have found something far sweeter, as this narrative in its natural

admiration she commanded from our fri

tended church service in the morning, and the afternoons

never a du

y taken either with my family or at Mr. Sherman's. Occasionally we would attend an ev

ion while engaged h

edded life, and after all these years