Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 January 1881 — From Riches to Penury. [ARTICLE]

From Riches to Penury.

Fetro'enm World. There is an umbrella mendar wandering from door to door in Bradford who has seen days of luxury. He ventured into the St. James hotel one day and leisurely walked toward the office, when he was suddenly halted by an order to go* out. Poor fellow! you would have exclaimed had you seen the sad, despairing lines of his once handsome face. It is nearly a score of years since this wanderer married a most beautiful daughter of a then wealthy iron dealer in Pittsburg. Well, the home of the young husband was a happy one. His wife thought more of her hame than of the outside world. Not because of its luxury, but because of its luxury, but because she believed it was the true sphere for a woman. Her children lQved her and were indeed her only comfort in a few years. Her brilliant husband was a hearty good fellow, and his companions led him down the quick road to ruin. Hp suddenly left his home, and his whereabouts were unknown. His faithful little wife was patient and waited his coming. Months passed and he came not. Poor little creature, she loved her husband as she did her life. Her reason left her. That is the saddest part of the story. She was finally taken to a private asylum, but is now at the Dizmont asylum. Her husband returned after wildly roaming about for three three years. It is said that the meeting was pitiful. At one time it was thought that she recognised him, as her sad eyes shone as if filled with love. But all hope fled when she foiled to call him by name. He fondly caressed her, called her tenderly by name, while tears filled his eyes. All in vain. Since that time he has had no heart to go ahead in the world. He loves to drink and sing songs. Life is almost a burden to him., He has no hopes, no aim, and why should he’ live. His life is a total failuse, and aimlessly he goes from door to door and from tomn to town. Few know his history. The World now tramps him under foot. He will drop by the wayside some day, and his worthless wreck will be placed in some obscure spot, there to fnold away.