
Seven Wives and Seven Prisons Or, Experiences in the Life of a Matrimonial Monomaniac. A True Story
by L. A. Abbott
- Pages
- about 149
- Category
- History
- Language
- English
- Reading time
- 2.7 h at 250 wpm
From the opening
My Early History--THE FIRST MARRIAGE--LEAVING HOME TO PROSPECT--SENDING
FOR MY WIFE--HER MYSTERIOUS JOURNEY--WHERE I FOUND HER--TEN DOLLARS FOR
NOTHING--A FASCINATING HOTEL CLERK--MY WIFE’S CONFESSION--FROM BAD TO
WORSE--FINAL SEPARATION--TRIAL FOR FORGERY--A PRIVATE MARRIAGE--SUMMARY
SEPARATION.
SOME one has said that if any man would faithfully write his
autobiography, giving truly his own history and experiences, the ills
and joys, the haps and mishaps that had fallen to his lot, he could not
fail to make an interesting story; and Disraeli makes Sidonia say
that there is romance in every life. How much romance, as well as sad
reality, there is in the life of a man who, among other experiences,
has married seven wives, and has been seven times in prison--solely on
account of the seven wives, may be learned from the pages that follow.
I was born in the town of Chatham, Columbia County, New York, in
September, 1813. My father was a New Englander, who married three times,
and I was the eldest son of his third wife, a woman of Dutch descent,
or, as she would have boosted if she had been rich, one of the
old Knickerbockers of New York. My parents were simply honest,
hard--working, worthy people, who earned a good livelihood, brought up
their children to work, behaved themselves, and were respected by their
neighbors. They had a homestead and a small farm of thirty acres, and on
the place was a blacksmith shop in which my father worked daily, shoeing
horses and cattle for farmers and others who came to the shop from miles
around.
There were three young boys of us at home, and we had a chance to go to
school in the winter, while during the summer we worked on the little
farm and did the “chores” about the house and barn. But by the time I
was twelve years old I began to blow and strike in the blacksmith
shop, and when I was sixteen years old I could shoe horses well, and
considered myself master of the trade.
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