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MRS. JAMES CUSHING GREEN.
How shall a widow choose love or
money? Already there have been all
sorts -of discussions regarding the
wills of some of the Titanic million
aires who died that their wives might
live. Colonel John Jacob Astor left
the vast bulk of his $100,000,000 to his
son Vincent and $5,000,000 to his beau
tiful young widow, Madeline Force
that was. But it is not to be hers in
case she marries again. William Au
gustus Spencer, another millionaire
who died with Colonel Astor, left the
bulk of his fortune to his wi<fow, Ma
rie Eugenia Spencer, unless she re
marries. Then her income is cut to
$12,000 a year.
What will they do? Nobody knows.
Only the other day Mrs. James A. Gar
land, Jr., heiress to the income of $lO,-
000,000 left by her husband, answered
- the question in her way. She married,
despite the proviso of the will that she
loses the income of every penny of it
should she find another husband. And
only last autumn Mrs. Mary Corling
Dunlop, widow of the late David Dun
lop, Sr., gave up the Income of $2,-
000,000 to marry Archibald M. McCrea,
cutting down her portion to the trifling
income of $50,000.
But let Mrs. Garland of New York
and Boston tell how she solved her
problem—she gave up her $10,000,000.
“Money Not Everything.”
Today she is oft honeymooning with
her new love, Francis Cushing Green,
for whom she gave up her princely for
tune. And let it be said here that
though Mr. Green is a prosperous law
yer he has nothing like the wealth
which James A. Garland willed to his
widow less than six years ago—willed
with the proviso that should she ever
marry again the income of the $lO,-
000,000 should go to his three elder
sons and at their deaths to Harvard
university.
“No, money isn’t everything,” re
peated Mrs. Garland —it was on her
wedding eve. "Certainly, I’m marry
ing for loVe. And love —oh, it’s every
thing—or nearly so. Besides,” she add
ed as an afterthought, “he has enough
for us both. Do you know, we are
going to be farmers and live down on
Cape Cod. We’re going to lead thi
simple life.
“And what’s to become of the $lO,-
000,000? Oh, that will remain in the
family, I guess. My three boys—James,
Hamilton and Charles —will have the
Income of it, all right. My fourth boy,
Tudor, has already been provided for
by his grandfather, and so has my lit
tle daughter, Hope. No, Harvard won’t
get the money yet awhile."
As for Mr. Green he was all enthusi
asm. too. He took the coming sacri
fice of his wife-to-be as the most mat
ter-of-fact thing in the world. But
to tell of the more material side of the
wedding to come.
"Why.” he explained, smilingly, “I
have known Mrs. Garland ever since
we were youngsters and played to
gether. We were always the best of
friends, and I always admired her. We
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grew © together and She married ,
and all that, and when her husband’s
estate needed proper care I attended
to that. So I became manager of the
Garland estate; that's all there is to it.
“Mrs. Garland takes a personal in
terest in the raising of cows and
horsM and chickens, and we're going
to be farmers down on Cape Cod at
the place at Bourne. Really, there Isn’t
much about farming that Mrs. Gar
land doesn’t know. We are both ex
ceptionally fond of country life, and so
we expect to live in the open the rest
of our days.”
Which may be all very true, but
Mrs. Garland-Green loves society,
too, and she dotes on yachting, and
New York has many attractions for
her, as has Europe. So the newly
weds’ best friends take all the simple
life talk with just a teeny-weeny grain
of salt and predict that the winters
won’t see Mr. and Mrs. Green shiver
ing down on Cape Cod, though it may
be fine in the summer there.
Romantic Life History.
Romance has played hide and seek
through the life of dainty Marie Tudor
of Brookline, Boston’s smartest sub
urb. She was the daughter of Mr.
and Mrs. Frederic Tudor and one of
the belles of Boston even before her
formal debut. Harvard swains went
wild over her brunette beaflty, but
when she met James A. Garland, Jr.,
Harvard ’93, then a senior, his fate
was sealed.
The college youth didn’t have to
wait to carve a niche in the world
for himself before he could marry.
His father, James A. Garland, Sr.,
vice president of the First National
bank of New York and one of the
organizers of the Northern ' Pacific
railroad, was many times a million
aire and doted on his handsome son.
So, three months after he was grad
uated from Harvard, there was a big
out-of-door wedding at Brookline,
where he was the bridegroom and
fetching Miss Marie Tudor the bride.
1 But ten years ago something broke
that completely upset Boston society
—the Garlands were airing their do
mestic troubles in a. divorce court.
The wife filed serious charges; the
husband came back with some equal
ly disconcerting. He demanded the
custody of his four sons and the wife
disputed him. Meanwhile his father
had died, leaving him a large portion
of his immense fortune, invested in
gilt-edged bank and railway stock and
in large parcels of real estate. Young
Garland, junior no longer, had be
come a multi-milllonalrs.
Wife Proved the Victor.
The case was bitterly fought on
both sides. In the end the wife won
with $15,000 a year alimony, but the
husband gained permission to see his
sons. So Mrs. Garland withdrew from
society and made herself a country
home with her boys. Mr. Garland
hastened to New York to go into liter
ary work. But he tired of this and
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IRWINTON, WILKINSON COUNTY, GEORGIA, FRIDAY, JULY 19, 1912.
made a world cruise in his big steam
yacht Barracouta.
"I can’t forget her; I love her still,”
he confided to a few of his intimates
who used to cruise with him to help
him forget his troubles.
Through roundabout channels this
word reached the divorced wife. She.
too, had forgotten the bitterness of
the past and longed again for a
father for her boys. She confided
herself to Mrs. Alexander Higginson,
her elder sister. Mrs. Higginson be
gan to devise ways and means.
It was a delicate mission, this one
of the sister’s, but with her native
woman’s wit she devised -a scheme.
There should be a family picnic
aboard the Barracouta, so that the
boys might see their father again,
and, of course, • their mother must
needs go along to take care of them.
Mr. Garland readily agreed, and one
pleasant summer’s day the Barra-,
couta steamed into quiet Hyannisport
harbor and dropped anchor. A launch
put ashore, and when it came back —.
why, there were the boys, and blush
ing Mrs. Garland, and smiling Mrs.
Higginson.
The boys clambered aboard and
were soon inspecting the yacht —it
was so long since they had been
aboard of her Ithat they had almost
forgotten her. | Luncheon was soon
served, and it looked like old times to
see Mrs. Garland at the foot of the
table, pouring the tea and doing the
honors while her ex-husband looked^
on proudly from the other end.
And there were more picnics, too,
with Mrs. Garland along always with
Mrs. Higginson to chaperon. Boston
began to hear about them, too, and
held up its hands with all Puritan
horror. A divorced wife being seen
with her former husband —the idea
of it! And dining together in public
restaurants and going to the play, just
the two of them! Wasn’t it awful?
Staid Boston Horrified.
“Things can't go on this way,” was
the burden of the talk of the out
raged Bostonians —such people as the
Von L.‘ Meyers,- the Shaws, the Hig
ginsons, the Hoopers, the Peabodys
ahd the Gardiners —all of the Myopia
set in which Mrs. Garland had been
such a prominent member.
Well, they couldn’t. So, one
bright day iq late September, the Bar
racouta staffed up Narragansett bay
,-nd put in at Bristol. There Rev.
W. L. Hood was sent for. Two rela
tives of the bride’s, Henry and Thom
as Tudor of Boston, happened along
and this made up the wedding party.
The knot was tied with so little cere
mony that the clergyman didn’t know
the importance of the pi ties nor the
broken romance which was now in
the mending.
Second Marriage Happy.
Things went swimmingly. No one
would ever have dreamed that it had
only been two short years before
when the wife left her husband’s
home in the middle of the night, only
half dressed. They were devoted as
two sweethearts. In New York a lit
tle daughter was born of the second
marriage; they named her Hope.
New York society, not as prim as
Boston’s, received the rich young pair
with open arms. They were busy on
the plans of the mansion they were to
build at 1023 Fifth avenue when young
Mr. Garland fell ill in 1906. He was
hurried to his country home on Pru
dence island, but gradually grew
weake-. As a last resort he was re
moved to Hanover, Mass., where he
could be nearer the specialist, who
had his case, but it was of no avail.
He died In his wife’s arms in Septem
ber. 1906.
The will was read. There were gen
erous bequests to relatives and re
tainers, and some art gifts, but the en
tire residuary estate went to the
-widow, the income to be hers until
her -death and then to revert to the
three elder sons. However, there was
a string to the $10,000,000. Mrs - Gar
land was to lose the income in case
she remarried. The only bequest to
her in fee simple was the Prudence
island estate. That was left to her
outright. .
Growth of Mutual Love.
Mrs. Garland expressed herself as
perfectly satisfied and bought another
summer home at Bourne-on-the-Cape.
The will named three executors, and
so great were their responsibilities
that they were required to give bonds
in $1,000,000 each. The estate, too.
needed a legal adviser and manager,
and what could be more natural than
that the young widow should turn to
her old K friend and playmate, Mr.
Green? He took charge at once and
under bls wise administration the
property increased very largely in
value as the years rolled by.
Business gradually threw the widow
and the bachelor lawyer together
more and more. To cut It ebort, as
time passed the two began to realize
that their relations had become very
much more than counsel and client.
Mr. Green found out that he loved the
widov whose estate he had in his
keeping, and he told her so. And she
had found out the same thing.
Their engagement was announced
and a few days later they were mar
ried at Bourne.
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