I had a friend; and ere I left his side,
He gave a pearly casket, fair to see;
And said: “From worldly eyes its contents hide,
And they shall be an endless joy to thee,”
“But never lift its beauteous, glitt’ring lid,
To lay within it any foreign thing;
For then its treasures surely will be hid,
And bitter—bitter sorrow to thee bring.”
Thro’ many weary days of gloomy light;
I wandered from the home where dwelt my friend;
But his last gift o’er cast a lustre bright
Upon all things—and this did never end.
Until I roamed unto a distant shore,
Where shone a golden sand beneath the tide;
And ‘midst the shells that decked its beaches o’er,
A wondrous, glowing jewel I espied.
Its crimson ray rejoiced my weary eyes,
And eager to possess, I wildly cried—
“My casket merits well such noble prize!
I’ll grasp, and in it, deep, this jewel hide.”
I stopped, and lifted up the glist’ning gem,”
Unmindful of a pleading, warning voice;
And on a purple spread, with jewelled hem,
Enshrined the precious jewel of my choice.
There, day by day, I watched its beauteous gleam,
Nor favored with a glance another stone,
But laughed and tossed them to a babbling stream,
Until remained my Koh-i-noor alone.
At least, I went one stormy day, to see—
And found—a pebble in my ruby’s stead!
My own dazed eyes had caused the light so free!
And all my dreams of splendor straight were dead.
Alfred once again abandoned his family and returned to Chihuahua in 1880 as Yda was teaching in Tustin, California. She later joined her father in Mexico but when he died in 1886, she returned to Los Angeles. Yda then found herself entangled in a scandal with the governor of California, John G. Downey. You can read more about that here. When the controversy subsided, Yda moved back to Mexico. Here, she started writing about her travels in Mexico and, specifically, the rural Mexican locals. Then-editor of Harper's Weekly, Charles Dudley Warner, didn't believe Yda could write this well and sent someone down to verify the article. Authorship proved, Yda's article was published, with Warner purported to be the author. Yda then sent in numerous articles to other publications explaining how she was the author of the piece and should get all the credit. This battle of words continued until at least 1890 when mention of it stopped.
Yda then quickly married and initiated divorce Charles Storke in 1891. Claiming Storke was "cruel", Yda printed letters in newspapers detailing the abuse she suffered at the hands of Storke and his 14-year-old son. Storke would fire off his own letter claiming Yda was unstable, suicidal, and just a liar. Storke kept appealing the divorce through the courts, which Yda couldn't afford, thus prompting her to constantly get the courts to force Storke to pay her legal fees. Neither Storke or Yda looked good during these divorce proceedings. Storke came off looking petty and cruel, but Yda seemed insane, especially when it came out that bought a gun specfically for the purpose to kill Storke's son. In early 1892, a judge ruled that Yda's claim of Storke's cruelty was not true, but ruled that Yda was not insane and ordered Storke to pay more alimony and legal fees to Yda.
Yda then petitioned to be allowed to live at the poor house. She was admitted in July 1892. She was currently living in Santa Barbara. More legal trouble hit Yda in 1897 when she sued Storke's son, Thomas. Thomas counter-sued claiming that she was lying. The judge ruled in favor of Thomas and Yda was indicted and arrested. After the trial, she was sentenced to one year in jail since she had no money to pay the fine. She was then arrested again for entering the house of her former lawyer, Grant Jackson, and attempting to kill him.
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illustration of Yda Hillis Addis from 1899 |