A WIFE'S ESCAPADE.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1841, 17 January 1889, Page 4

A WIFE'S ESCAPADE.

It is quite an interesting little story that Mrs Annie Willoughby, of San Francisco, took the lead in working out when she absconded a few days ago with a young man who was not her husband, and £240 belonging to a confiding sailor friend. She is a middle-aged plain-looking woman, who lived with her husband on Clementina street, and was an old acquaintance of Harry Brown, a young sailor, who two weeks ago returned from Alaska. When Brown landed he proceeded to seek fortune ashore by buying two lottery tickets, and immediately deposited them for safe keeping with Mrs Willoughby, the only friend he had in the city. If the tickets had been slighted by luck, as most tickets are, there would have been no story to tell, but instead one of them drew a prize of £240. Mrs Willoughby thus found herself in 1 possession of what seemed a fortune, and the temptation was too strong for her. Within a few hours she had the money in her possession, had bought two tickets for the East, and, with a young man, named Louis Travers, had hurriedly abandoned house, husband, friend, and honor. Soon after her flight Brown learned of his fortune and called to get his tickets, but no trace of his friend could be found and her husband was equally ignorant of her whereabouts. Brown wanted his money and the forsaken husband wanted his wife. Chief Crowley was accordingly called upon. It was soon learned that the fleeing pair had gone East, and, in accordance with telegraphic instructions, Constable Fouter, of Winnemucca, Nev., boarded the overland train at that place, aud arrested the pair, When searched, £IBB of the money was found upon them. Detective Wan Coiiey went after' them, and brought them to the Central Police Station, where Mrs Willoughby was hooked for embezzlement and Travers released, as no charge could be placed against him. The woman’s husband was sent for, and when he arrived quite a scene occurred. Mrs Willoughby implored forgiveness, and the next instant was in her husband’s arms, pardoned and repentant, while kissess and endearing terms were exchanged. When the outburst had subsided, the couple sat down on a bench in the corridor for an old-time chat, and Mrs Willoughby seemed happy. Brown is happy, too, in the expected possession of his little fortune.