Rensselaer Republican, Volume 13, Number 49, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 August 1881 — Disraeli’s Feminine Foe. [ARTICLE]

Disraeli’s Feminine Foe.

Birmingham Post. They say that the big bunch of hothouse flowers which arrived from a distance on the night before the interment was sent by a fair and persevering enemy, with whom old Lord Beaconsfield had been compelled to maintain a continued warfare ever since he was first known to her as young Disraeli'. The lady was young, too, at that time, and very fair. Her husbaDd was Disraeli’s most intimate friend, and she knew that his advice had always been, to foregot the marriage in consequence of her well-known high spirit and uncertain temper. But what mau in love ever listened to a friend’s advice? The pair were married and started for their continental honeymoon according to custom- On their return Disraeli paid*a visit to his friend at the beautiful mansion be had hired: atfthe instigation of his bride—a house far beyond the means be then had at command as a beginner in the literary career of which he lived to become for awhile tne leading star. To a close observer like Disraeli it was soon easy to pereeive that ah bad ridt gone quite so metry as ihe marriage bells which had ap lately chimed for the wedding, amj by degrees _the great author unfolded to hfs friend a tale of woe founded on facts of temper too terrible to relate, to which Disraeli the baohelor could see no remedy buta speedy separation, expressing bis conviction that his friend had fallen into trouble, and that the sooner he could manage to get out of it the better. He bade him remember that domestic troubles tern his wife’s temper would soon destroy his literary talent, and that, after a brilliant debut, he would sink to nothing, and that, from what he had already heard, he should think that there would be found sufficient motives for separation, and that he would assist him in the plea by every means in his power. “I shall never dare to riropose such a step,” moaned the husband, in a despairing lone, “Oh, leave her tome; let me talk to her,” said Disraeli, confidently. “I have never yet been defeated by any woman.” •» At this moment the folding oorsof the drawing room burst open with wrath, and before the speakers stood the enraged wife in her nightgown, with her hair dishevelled and a dangerous fire in her eyes. The room adjoining was her bedroom. She had heard every word of the conversation and rushed like a fury to the defense ofher domestic hearth. 'With a ijhrili battle cry she rushed upon tire enemy, iS under him as the most expeditious ofllrtMtoC him to oL-y the mute

pointing*vith^Tflng^to thedoE' she was sufforated by rage, and eoUhl net utter a syllable. The intruder, on life side, was so completely overcome bound towarathedoor, and vanished without Single word,’