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Show JOINED IN SALT LAKE. A Fickle Jade Leads a Dupe to the Marriasre Altar. THEN DECAMPS WITH HIM. In Denver She Hants Up a Deserted Lover, Promises to Make Institution Institu-tion bat Deceives Him, and ow the Police Are Hunting; for Two People Whose Keeord Is One of Crime. Illicit love, like the genuine article, never did run smooth. From the earliest times down to the recent political politi-cal landslide the infidelity of man or woman hat created public comment and salacious newspaper gossip. When Cressida gave her Trojan lover the Void shake for the fat Greek the neighbors said mean things about her, and the stock cut of Lydia Pinkham was printed in the newspapers of both Athens and Troy as that of her likeness. She waa held up to public gossip and given sufficient notoriety to admit of her going on the stage and becoming be-coming a famous actress. Since that elder day blind man, credulous as a jay, ripe as a Georgia watermelon and with hayseed sticking to his auburn locks, has heard tho 'siren 6ing her lecherous boom-de-ay and become infatuated, while the people, who claim superior intelligence, have stood by and called him a "jay, a "farmer" and a "chump." SHE CAME FROM B03TOX. It would seem that there is an individual in Denver by the name of Bert Coburn who would be classified by popular opinion under one of the latter appellations. He mourns a wife, or a mistress, who has gone with a handsomer man. While he doted he never doubted and lavished his shekels on "Nellie Sullivan," whom he had met in the classic shades of Boston, with the nrodiif al hand of a spendthrift run wild. Early in the present month Coburn removed - from Boston to Denver, where he engaged in the saloon business on Stanton avenue. He was accompanied from the town of beans and intellect by his wife and a big wad of greenbacks. Coburn had been in Denver but a few days when his "wife," under, the shadow of night, skipped with a more recent acquisition to her list of dupes. Ths latest victim of her artifice hailed from New York Citj . He was young, verdant and ripe to be plucked. He parted his name in the middle and was known as J. Wellington Clark. "Mrs. Coburn" had mad the acquaintance ac-quaintance of Clark on the train after leaving leav-ing Boston. . TRACED BT A REPORTER. Coburn placed detectives on the trail of his "wife," but they had evidently been imported im-ported from Salt Lake, as they are battled at every point. The earth might have yawned and gulped down Clark and his enamorita so far as they were concerned. A Denver Timet reporter decided to unravel the ease. He discovered that the pair had flown to this city, whore they were married. From Salt Lake they returned to Colorado Springs, and thence winge d their way southward. A Times reporter started out this morning to authenticate - the Denver - paper's story and continue it to the end. On the night of November 5 J. Wellington Clark and Helen Coburn reached this city. They went to the Knutsford hotel where they registered as "J. Wellington Clark and wife, New York." They were given room number 210 by Clerk Harris. JUST BEFORE THE BATTLE. Two days later, on the morning of the election, Clark and "Miss Sullivan" or "Mrs. Coburn" procured a marriage license of Deputy Clerk Causten Browne, jr. The woman gave her name as "Helen Coburn," and her nome as Boston, Mass. The couple was married by Rev. Dana W. Bartiett, pastor of the Phillips Congregational church. The witnesses were Mrs. D. W. Bartiett and Flora Riohards. The marriage certificate was not returned re-turned to the county clerk's office until the 9th inst. Clark is a boyish-looking fellow, with a faint growth of mustache, lis is 21 years of age. "Mrs. Coburn" is a tall, handsome woman. She has an intelligent face. dark. luminous eyes, full, red lips and her head is surmounted by a profusion of dark-brown hair. She is 22 years of age. The pair left Salt Lake a few days later, and the Denver Times continues the narrative narra-tive as follows: But finally the pair drifted back to Colorado Colo-rado Springs and registered as J. W. Clark and wife ot New YorK. While at the Springs Nellie became infatuated with the idea that she would like to see Bert Cobern again, and accordingly she arrived in the city early Sunday morning and put up at the Brown Palace. She was robed in the finest silks, aud the diamonds about her neck and hair gave her much the appearance of s woman of great wealth and standing. After breakfast she ordered a carriage and was driven to the saloon on Stanton avenue, where she expected to find Coburn, but he was not there, having spent so much of his money in search of her that he was corn- pellcd to sell out his place of business and work on a salary for a Biake street wholesale whole-sale firm. Not finding Bert at the saloon she began a search that resulted in her finding him, and together they went to the St. James hotel, where they registered as James B. Henderson and wife, Boston, Mass., and were assigned room ltK). Nellie begged forgiveness, which was freely granted by the overjoyed lover, but here he asserted his manhood, for he demanded de-manded that before he would take her back to hit bosom she must return to Clarke the fine clothes, jowelry. money, etc., because he had in the meantime begun to suspect that Clark was wanted for a crime committed commit-ted in New York City. After much questioning, ques-tioning, Nellie admitted the truth of his suspicion, sus-picion, and she finally stated that Clarke was a badly wanted man. But she consented to return everything to Clark, and with that avowed purpose in view she left for Colorado Springs Monday morning, promising to-ratura at once, but again she deceived Coburn, and since leaving leav-ing Denver has not sent him a word of en. couragement She joined Clark at the Antlers hotel in Colorado Springs, and after spending a few days with him there, left for Trinidad, where they are now stopping at the Grand Central hotel as J. W. Clark and wife. They left Colorado Springs yesterday on the Fort Worth train, but lest they might be troubled for lack of linen took the towels from their rooms in the Antlers hotel. |