"I did not run away with Father Moysant or any other
person, the fact being that, unable to stand Mr. McDonald's
treatment, I left his house in the fall of 1887 and went to
live with Mrs. Peter McGuire, whose house stood on the site
of the present Studebaker building. I begged Mr. McDonald
to let my boys come to me, but he refused. At the end of
three weeks I went to New York alone, sailed for Havre,
still alone, and went to visit my sister, Mrs. Catherine
Phillpot, who lived in Paris.
"I remained there eleven months and returned to New York.
At the Fifth Avenue hotel, where I stopped, I found
Pinkerton detectives, hired by Mr. McDonald, watching me.
I complained to Mr. Philips, the house detective, of the
annoyance, as he will tell you. I was traveling under
the name of Armstrong, my mother's maiden name--she was
English and my father, Irish, you know. The annoyance of
the detectives became so great that I returned to Paris on
the same boat on which I had come to America. That was the
middle of October, 1888.
"After six months with my sister in Paris I returned
directly to Chicago. When I arrived I found my daughter
dead and with my own hands I buried her baby the next day.
I found also that I had been divorced by Mr. McDonald in
proceedings before Judge Jamieson, though no notice ever
was served on me."