anaheim-gazette 1909-05-06

MAD LOVE TOLD BY LETTERS CARPENTER'S INFATUATION FOR FAIR ENCHANTRESS Pleads With Wife to Forgive His Desertion for Mrs. French, Tells Children He Is Lost—Was Under Hypnotic Spell?—An Amazing Life Fragments of the amazing life of Mr. Carpenter was revealed in Santa Ana when the suit of Mrs. Fannie M. Chaffee against the Carpenter estate for recovery on notes aggregating $1957.80 came up for hearing in the superior court of Orange county. One of the complexities in the case is that Mrs. Chaffee once thought she was the wife of the superintendent of schools—a marriage at sea beyond the three-mile limit having cloth ed her, she believed, with that dignity. She was not undeceived on this point until the death of her suppositions husband at Mountain Home, Idaho, in May, 1908. About this time she learned that the educator who had deserted his post in Orange county, for love of her, had also deserted a wife and children. She believed, she now declares, that he had divorced his wife prior to the marine alliance. Mrs. Carpenter, on the other hand, takes as hostile a view of Mrs. Chaffee and the relations she bore to Mr. Carpenter as Mrs. Chaffee does o Mrs. Carpenter's refusal to pay the money said to be due on the notes. Added to this grievance of Mrs. Carpenter, is the other more poignant one that the one who wants her money is the same who, she charges, ow of a Baptist clergyman and superintendent of schools of Old County, had in them the passion Dante for his Beatrice. Hers of similar vein, and tragic. Her letter to him, which is lished below, was written before had entirely recovered from the fects of poison, self administer few years ago: My Own Will—I am either really benumbed or I am ill. I do not write yesterday. For the few days I have been incapable anything. It seems as if your was written across everything at. After the girls went to see I locked myself in my room and gave myself up to my thoughts ing myself these questions: Why your handsome face ent me? Why I love you so? What powerless, so helpless, when I must give you up? And why fer so when I know she is near with you? Oh, Christ in Heaven does my soul sicken at the thou. Is it because, Will, I have given all the love of a woman's soul you have taken it all, all—the feel this way? And now, my dearest love, more to me than the world can give, let me say if I knew her prayer would be ered, that I should be punished I should suffer, should be lost-nally lost-I could not give her to you. You are mine, MINE. Let her continue to pray. For me, I will utter a word in my own defense knows I did not mean to wrong and if I am a wretch (she s am), I am a miserable one. Oh, Will, how I have loved How I DO LOVE you. You, who your name across my soul, so t Mrs. Carpenter, on the other hand, takes as hostile a view of Mrs. Chaffee and the relations she bore to Mr. Carpenter as Mrs. Chaffee does o Mrs. Carpenter's refusal to pay the money said to be due on the notes. Added to this grievance of Mrs. Carpenter, is the other more poignant one that the one who wants her money is the same who, she charges, stole her husband from her. Mr. Carpenter was for many years principal of the Fullerton highschool and had a ranch home in Placentia. At the last county election he was so popular that the vote elevating him to the superintendency of county schools was practically unanimous. The summer before assuming office Mr. Carpenter met and became infatuated with Mrs. Fannie M. French, now Mrs. Chaffee, who was the widow of a Baptist clergyman. Rev. Mr. French had been pastor of the Boyle Heights Baptist church and previously been pastor at Fullerton. Mrs. Carpenter has expressed herself about the state of feelings existing between her husband and Mrs. French prior to the ceremony at sea, her reminiscences on that subject being that the two met on a Catalina trip and fell immediately and violently in love. She also questions the genuineness of the marriage service, and scoffs at the idea that Mrs. French supposed Mr. Carpenter had been divorced. The letters which passed between Carpenter and Mrs. French and those that were written by Carpenter to his wife and children reveal the depth of his passion and the tragic element in it. Mrs. French passed through the disappointment of finding she was deceived and of losing the man she adored with more philosophy than Carpenter would have displayed. Seven months after his death she was again married. She is now the wife of a confectioner of 5803 Pasadena avenue. When the case came to trial the other day Mrs. Carpenter was ready with a declaration that the only money transaction between her husband and Mrs. Chaffee (then Mrs. French) nally lost—I could not give her to you. You are mine, MINE. Let her continue to pray. For me, I will utter a word in my own defense knows I did not mean to wrong and if I am a wretch (she says am), I am a miserable one. Oh, Will, how I have loved How I DO LOVE you. You, who your name across my soul, so shall BURN there forever. Do not know this, Will, that it will on and on, so that God Himself not quench the flame of it? Or unutterable desolation of it all. But I must stop. You will that I am crazed. Well, I think I don't know tonight what I have saying. I only know that I am ching out my hands towards you am begging you to love, to be that I am trusting you and paying you to come to me. Come to myursday night and be with me So Will you, darling, will you? Your wife, FANNY This inspired Carpenter to the following letter to his wife was then in Oakland: I know you never uttered one against me, but if you have for the torments of hell to come about, your prayer could not been more effectually answered. Al, dear heart, how my tears blinding me as I write here at office this Sunday morning. Is sible you are lost to me foreve I would spare you any more pain suffering, but just tell me this wife—will you come back to me she is gone and when she writes giving her promise never to age me to go away again? I know you will fear to come I know I should be consigned regions of the damned, as I am Whatever you do, I shall having more to do with Mrs. I She can poison herself and hell if she wants to, I do no her now, and I can't abide the Al, what will you say to me? you will come and name the tions. I am almost crazy and scarcely think or write. Mrs. Carpenter returned to the man she adored with more philosophy than Carpenter would have displayed. Seven months after his death she was again married. She is now the wife of a confectioner of 5803 Pasadena avenue. When the case came to trial the other day Mrs. Carpenter was ready with a declaration that the only money transaction between her husband and Mrs. Chaffee (then Mrs. French) was the lavish expenditures of Carpenter in furtherance of his amour. The signatures on the notes were shown to be Carpenter's, however, though several of them were thrown out, leaving three notes aggregating $840 over which the fight will be waged. Both contestants were in court, Mrs. Chaffee resplendent in stylish clothes and Mrs. Carpenter neatly dressed. This was not the first meeting of the women. When Carpenter died his body was shipped here for burial and Mrs. Carpenter, with a knowledge of her undisputed widowhood, took charge of the funeral arrangements. Even in this situation, however, Mrs. French proved to be her rival and the women quarreled over the possession of the body, each claiming to be the relict of the pedagogue. Mrs. Carpenter established her position and Mrs. French disappeared. "I married Mr. Carpenter supposing he was a single man," said Mrs. Chaffee. "I defy any one to attack my character or my record. I was for years the wife of Mr. French and was at one time a missionary in the Black Hills country." The letters of W. R. Carpenter to Mrs. French, when she was the widow regions of the damned, as I am Whatever you do, I shall having more to do with Mrs. I She can poison herself and hell if she wants to, I do not her now, and I can't abide the Al, what will you say to me? you will come and name these tions. I am almost crazy and scarcely think or write. Mrs. Carpenter returned to ton shortly after receiving ther, and Carpenter's resignation practical flight followed soon following is the letter written to his children, and is, perhaps most pathetic of all: Did you ever think what Esa riffice meant? You know, he a birthright for a mess of pottage your father has done the same more—has bargained away his own but the birthright of her dren and of one of God's no men. Why, oh, why, did I And when I think of all I has feited, I shudder and wonder sane. I even think of the possibility going to the ranch alone, doing the work, eventually paying mortgage, and trying to live some of the disgrace and talk of the smirch off my hither name. I have often wished of a cruel disposition, so I not care, but I am in a place the worm dieth not and the not quenched. Verily, sin is reward. Can I ever be strong to do right, and what is rig Christ clergyman and was a student of schools of Orange when them the passion of the Beatrice. Hers were fun, and tragic. To him, which is published before she recovered from the ejection, self-administered a service. Will—I am either mentally ill or I am ill. I could yesterday. For the last week have been incapable of seeing as if your name across everything I look at girls went to school in my room and just up to my thoughts, ask these questions: Handsome face enthralls love you so? Why so helpless, when I think you up? And why I suffer. I know she is near you, Christ in Heaven, why is sicken at the thought? Are, Will, I have given you of a woman's soul and taken it all, all—that I say? And now, my love, love more to me than all I give, let me say that my prayer would be answered, that he should be lost—eternal could not give her back. Me, MINE. Let her then pray. For me, I will not win my own defense. God not mean to wrong her, a wretch (she says I miserable one. How I have loved you. LOVE you. You, who wrote cross my soul, so that it scorn me and not for the hope of any reward. I wonder if it is ever too late to turn to the right way. Of course, I have said nothing of this to "her," and I am afraid I shall have her blood on my head to answer for if I leave her. We are alike guilty, and both deserve to go behind the bars for life. The last of the series of remarkable letters was addressed to Mrs. Morse, the mother of Mrs. French, as follows: Santa Ana, ——, 1907. Dear Mrs. Morse.—I, W. R. Carpenter, the Mr. Carpenter who took the little trip to Catalina in company with you and your daughter, Mrs. Fannie M. French, have a strange story to tell you—a story of the tragedy of a human life, or, rather, the tragedy of two human lives. Please be patient with me; and if I ramble in telling the story, say I am not competent now to write it, and remember that I am conscious all the time that I am saying it to you, her own mother, and one upon whom I have looked as my mother, too. I know well the story of Fannie's married life, how she married, a man fifteen years her senior, a man entirely unfitted to respond in the smallest degree to one of her ardent nature—a man, devoted to his ministerial duties, exacting in his demands on his wife, with little sympathy for her woman's peculiar foibles, etc. She did her duty faithfully till he died. She never loved him as a woman has a right to love. My own experience had been what hers was. We met, and from the first were drawn to each other, although never an improper thought ever crossed our minds. After Mr. French's death Fannie came to our A GREAT TEXAS RESEARCH NATURAL BASIN WILL BE ENORMOUS OVERFLOW Covers 3600 Acres and Will Water Sufficient to irrigate Acres—Chain of Lakes Fill Overflow of the Rio Grande [Correspondence of The Geologist San Antonio, Tex., April 24th] The greatest project in the history of modern irrigation is being developed in the lower Rio Grande by John Closner and D. B. Chapin, Tex., the new county Hidalgo county. The very essence of the enterprise is almost impossible by the average mind; the density of its scope as a irrigation, which is the genius production in that section, is beyond comprehension. When pleted 150,000 acres of the land under the universal sun reclaimed to the use of mankind to the most productive tense cultivation of any soil hemisphere. Its value for the ding of the fertile section of west Texas is incomparable in operation new homes will vided for 50,000 families. A few miles in the interstate Rio Grande there is a lakes and resacas which are the overflow of the river at periods of the year.* On the side of these lakes there is a wall; on the south the land gently upward until it reaches banks of the river. It is the company formed by I could not give her back one, MINE. Let her then ray. For me, I will not win my own defense. God not mean to wrong her, but a wretch (she says I miserable one. Show I have loved you. LOVE you. You, who wrote across my soul, so that it lives there forever. Do you say, Will, that it will burn so that God Himself canthe flame of it? Oh, the desolation of it all! It stop. You will think amazed. Well, I think I am. Today what I have been only know that I am strettled hands towards you and you to love, to believe trusting you and praying to me. Come to me Satand he with me Sunday. Selling, will you? FANNIE. Red Carpenter to write a letter to his wife, who Oakland: Never uttered one word but if you have prayed events of hell to compass your prayer could not have effectually answered. Heart, how my tears are as I write here at the sunday morning. Is it pospose lost to me forever? Al, he you any more pain and it just tell me this, dear you come back to me when and when she writes you from promise never to encourgo away again? You will fear to come, and should be consigned to the damned, as I am now. You do, I shall have nothdo with Mrs. French. Jison herself and go to wants to, I do not love I can't abide them. Oh, all you say to me? Say me and name the condinial almost crazy and I can think or write. Center returned to Fuller- mands on his wife, with little sympathy for her woman's peculiar foibles, etc. She did her duty, faithfully till he died. She never loved him as a woman has a right to love. My own experience had been what hers was. We met, and from the first were drawn to each other, although never an improper thought ever crossed our minds. After Mr. French's death Fannie came to our house on a visit. Shortly after we met at the depot, and so we were thrown together on that trip to Catalina. From that time we loved each the other, and with such a love as only two passionate kindred spirits could experience, after having lived with two phlegmatic, cold blooded natures for so many years; why, every touch was like an electric shock. An interlocutory decree of divorce was entered in the court and after the year had gone by we were married secretly, expecting the final decree to be entered on the court record, but, through a technicality, it never was, and now, it is found illegal and the decree denied, and we must part. But I love her, Mrs. Morse, Mother Morse—may I not call you that name? I shall love her till my dying day, and, if I am free one year hence or twenty, I shall find her if she lives, and claim her as my wife. Won't you forgive me for being the cause of her sorrow, and won't you love her and keep her with you and comfort her? Don't blame her for any seeming indiscretions. Let me bear all that, and my only excuse is that I love her, that I love her now with the pent-up passion and devotion of a lifetime. Ask her if she loves me. She mourns now as one without hope, but I shall claim her sooner or later. I love the girls, and they and you can depend upon me for anything I can do for them at any time. Believe me, madam, your most humble and obedient servant. THE NEWSPAPER GUY I see a man pushing his way through A few miles in the interior the Rio Grande there is a oak lakes and resacas which are the overflow of the river at periods of the year.* On the side of these lakes there is a wall; on the south the land gently upward until it reaches banks of the river. It is the of the company formed by the tlemen, and which is known Rio Grande Valley Reservoir irrigation company, to build a wall on the south side, large dam at the eastern end will form a storage tank for and this immense lake will with the natural overflow for river seven to nine times daily. Canal openings will structured from different points the river so that the overflow when a foot above normal flow into the reservoir. At points along the northern of the reservoir will be construals running into the interio fourteen miles. The water pumped from the reservoir canals. The practicability of the sea seen when it is known that lying as far inland as ten mile lower than the banks of ervoir. The banks of the Río are higher than the land and the banks when opened water to flow uninterrupted the reservoir, where it is ha be used in the time of need ving the problem of perpetuion for that district. The figures compiled by Robertson and his corps of who have surveyed and run necessary lines, show that in the reservoir will cover 30% of the holding capacity of the is 1,900,000,000 cubic feet of acre feet of water, which will irrigate 150,000 acres of land. The irrigation canals from ervoir will water all the land the new town of Chapin. The land has been cleared ad to preparation for the advo water. In the meantime may be planted irrigated She mourns now as one without hope, but I shall claim her sooner or later. I love the girls, and they and you can depend upon me for anything I can do for them at any time. Believe me, madam, your most humble and obedient servant. THE NEWSPAPER GUY I see a man pushing his way through the lines Of the cops where the work of the "fire field" shines. "The chief?" I inquire, but a fireman replies: "Oh, no! Why, that's one of those newspaper guys." I see a man walk through the door of a show Where great throngs are blocked by the sign "S.R.O." "Is this the star that no ticket he buys?" "Star nuthin'! He's one of those newspaper guys." I see a man start on the trail of a crook, And he scorns the police, but he brings him to book. "Sherlock Holmes?" I inquire. Some one scornfully cries; "Sherlock H—! Naw; he's one of dese newspaper guys." And some day I'll pass by the great gates of gold And see a man pass through unquestioned and bold. "A saint?" I'll ask, and old Peter'll reply: "No; he carries a pass. He's a newsper guy." TEXAS RESERVOIR BASIN WILL CATCH ORMOUS OVERFLOW 100 Acres and Will Store Sufficient to Irrigate 150,000 chain of Lakes Filled from of the Rio Grande River Indence of The Gazette.] Antonio, Tex., April 29.—The project in the history of irrigation is being developed lower Rio Grande valley Josner and D. B. Chapin of ex., the new county seat of county. The very bigness enterprise is almost unthinkable average mind; the im-its scope as a plan for which is the genius of crop in that section, is almost comprehension. When com-100,000 acres of the richest the universal sun will be to the use of man and sub- most productive and inva-tion of any soil on the e. Its value for the upbuil- the fertile section of South- is incomparable. When on new homes will be pro-150,000 families. miles in the interior from grande there is a chain of resacas which are filled by flow of the river at different the year.' 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SUMMONS In the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California. Clara Ziegler, Plaintiff, vs. George E. Ziegler, Defendant. Action brought in the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, and the Complaint filed in the office of the Clerk of said County of Orange. Richard Melrose, Attorney for Plaintiff. The People of the State of California send greeting to George E. Ziegler, defendant: You are hereby directed to appear and answer the complaint in an action entitled as above, brought against you in the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, within ten days after the service on you of this summons. If served within this county; or within thirty days if served elsewhere. And you are hereby notified that unless you appear and answer as above required, the said plaintiff will take judgment for any money or damages demanded in the complaint as arising upon contract, or she will apply to the court for any other relief demanded in the complaint. Given under my hand and the seal of the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, this 7th day of April, A. D. 1909. (Walsh)