MARY NOONAN McDONALD, MICHAEL C. McDONALD, MRS. MICHAEL C. McDONALDMARY NOONAN McDONALD, MICHAEL C. McDONALD, MRS. MICHAEL C. McDONALD
MARY NOONAN McDONALD, MICHAEL C. McDONALD, MRS. MICHAEL C. McDONALD
This is the woman who began her career in Chicago as the helpmate of an old-time gambling king, and is ending her days in the work of rescuing wayward girls; this is the woman who was driven to abandon the name of McDonald and bury her identity for the last fifteen years under the alias of Mrs. Grashoff, holding communication only with her children and secretly visiting Chicago periodically to see them.
"It is sixteen years since I have talked to a newspaper reporter," said Mrs. Mary Noonan McDonald. "Again and again have I been besought to tell my story, but long ago I determined to remain silent until after the death of Mr. McDonald. For the sake of my children's relations with their father I held my peace, and now, for the sake of my children's name, I have decided to give my story to the world."The lies that have been printed about me for the last twenty years are but a feeble testimonial of the tremendous power wielded by Mr. McDonald and his friends. None knows better than I how he made and unmade public officials, set judges on the bench, determined public politics in the old days, and fought his enemies with a ruthlessness that made him feared far and wide. When I became his enemy, I, too, began to feel his power, as it was manifested in the public press."The lies have multiplied day by day, but I have so far refused to answer them. Only during the last week the papers have said that Dora McDonald, who ruined Mike McDonald's life, and I, met at the bedside of the dying man. We have never met. The only time I ever saw her was in a Providence (R. I.) hotel, ten years ago, where I was stopping while at a convention of charities. We sat at the same table, and I heard her say to a girl with her that I looked like Guy's mother. Then I knew who she was. I have not seen her since, not even at the grave today, though I was told she was there."
"It is sixteen years since I have talked to a newspaper reporter," said Mrs. Mary Noonan McDonald. "Again and again have I been besought to tell my story, but long ago I determined to remain silent until after the death of Mr. McDonald. For the sake of my children's relations with their father I held my peace, and now, for the sake of my children's name, I have decided to give my story to the world.
"The lies that have been printed about me for the last twenty years are but a feeble testimonial of the tremendous power wielded by Mr. McDonald and his friends. None knows better than I how he made and unmade public officials, set judges on the bench, determined public politics in the old days, and fought his enemies with a ruthlessness that made him feared far and wide. When I became his enemy, I, too, began to feel his power, as it was manifested in the public press.
"The lies have multiplied day by day, but I have so far refused to answer them. Only during the last week the papers have said that Dora McDonald, who ruined Mike McDonald's life, and I, met at the bedside of the dying man. We have never met. The only time I ever saw her was in a Providence (R. I.) hotel, ten years ago, where I was stopping while at a convention of charities. We sat at the same table, and I heard her say to a girl with her that I looked like Guy's mother. Then I knew who she was. I have not seen her since, not even at the grave today, though I was told she was there."
Guy McDonald interposed to explain that his stepmother hadnot been allowed to attend the funeral service at the church, being taken directly to the cemetery.
"The statement I want to make to the world," resumed Mrs. McDonald, "is that all the stories told of my conduct at the time I was separating from Mr. McDonald, are absolutely false, and were maliciously invented and circulated. The trouble between my husband and me grew out of his brutality. He was a big, red-blooded man, but when under the influence of liquor he was rough and disorderly. He often struck me at such times, and mistreated me in other cruel ways."I finally came to the conclusion that I could stand the life no longer. So I ran away. But I went alone, and not with Billy Arlington, the minstrel, as the story was told afterwards. I went to San Francisco and visited with friends, and while there I met Arlington. He was only a casual acquaintance, and I never saw him after I left San Francisco. I went from there to Cincinnati, and thence to New York, with friends. We stopped at the Gilsey house, and there William Pinkerton, Al Smith, the old-time gambler, who had a resort at 86 Clark, and Mr. McDonald, coaxed me to come back home."But it was not long before the old trouble began again. Mr. McDonald was extremely abusive when in liquor, and Mr. A. S. Trude will tell you that I went to his office one day and asked him to get me a divorce. He tried to smooth matters over, and succeeded for a time.
"The statement I want to make to the world," resumed Mrs. McDonald, "is that all the stories told of my conduct at the time I was separating from Mr. McDonald, are absolutely false, and were maliciously invented and circulated. The trouble between my husband and me grew out of his brutality. He was a big, red-blooded man, but when under the influence of liquor he was rough and disorderly. He often struck me at such times, and mistreated me in other cruel ways.
"I finally came to the conclusion that I could stand the life no longer. So I ran away. But I went alone, and not with Billy Arlington, the minstrel, as the story was told afterwards. I went to San Francisco and visited with friends, and while there I met Arlington. He was only a casual acquaintance, and I never saw him after I left San Francisco. I went from there to Cincinnati, and thence to New York, with friends. We stopped at the Gilsey house, and there William Pinkerton, Al Smith, the old-time gambler, who had a resort at 86 Clark, and Mr. McDonald, coaxed me to come back home.
"But it was not long before the old trouble began again. Mr. McDonald was extremely abusive when in liquor, and Mr. A. S. Trude will tell you that I went to his office one day and asked him to get me a divorce. He tried to smooth matters over, and succeeded for a time.
"Then we went to live in the new house at 308 Ashland avenue. There my troubles began afresh, and grew until 1888. The newspaper stories have dwelt at great length on insinuations of my conduct with a priest for whom I was said to have built a chapel in my house. Nothing could be more preposterous on the face of it, as any Roman Catholic will tell you. The church does not sanction the erection of altars, the giving of communion, and the receiving of confessions in private homes.Dispensations for temporary masses can be obtained in rare instances."There was a priest named Father Price, from Asheville, N. C., who was raising money for his church in Chicago. We gave a recital that netted him $500, after which he was a guest for two weeks at our house."He obtained a dispensation to say mass a few times, and did so before a temporary saint's altar set on a bureau. When he departed the altar went with him, and that is as close as we ever came to having a private chapel in our house."The French priest with whom I was said to have eloped was Father Moysant. He never said a mass in our house, and I never knew him except as one of the priests of the parish who were entertained frequently by Mr. McDonald.
"Then we went to live in the new house at 308 Ashland avenue. There my troubles began afresh, and grew until 1888. The newspaper stories have dwelt at great length on insinuations of my conduct with a priest for whom I was said to have built a chapel in my house. Nothing could be more preposterous on the face of it, as any Roman Catholic will tell you. The church does not sanction the erection of altars, the giving of communion, and the receiving of confessions in private homes.Dispensations for temporary masses can be obtained in rare instances.
"There was a priest named Father Price, from Asheville, N. C., who was raising money for his church in Chicago. We gave a recital that netted him $500, after which he was a guest for two weeks at our house.
"He obtained a dispensation to say mass a few times, and did so before a temporary saint's altar set on a bureau. When he departed the altar went with him, and that is as close as we ever came to having a private chapel in our house.
"The French priest with whom I was said to have eloped was Father Moysant. He never said a mass in our house, and I never knew him except as one of the priests of the parish who were entertained frequently by Mr. McDonald.
"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 directlyto 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."
"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 directlyto 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."
Mrs. McDonald spread out her ringless fingers significantly, and continued:
"I went to a pawnbroker that day and sold my diamond rings, ear-rings, and cross, and with the proceeds opened a rooming house at 1235 Wabash avenue. Mr. McDonald often came to see me and dine there, and it looked as if there might be a reconciliation. But soon after that he met Dora Barclay, and from that time we were friends no longer, but bitter enemies."The reputation of my house was ruined by the arrest of Mike Coleman, alias Charles Wilson, the safe-blower, who had lived there a few weeks, and at first I thought Mr. McDonald was behind this plot to ruin me. I went to the Animosa, Pa., penitentiary, saw Coleman, and learned that Mr. McDonald was innocent. But after that a story was started that I lived with Coleman for years. I never saw him after that time at the penitentiary."After the World's Fair I removed to St. Louis and started a boarding house at 2686 Locust street. But soon Mr. McDonald's detectives were hounding me there, the newspapers began to print stories of our troubles, and my business was ruined.
"I went to a pawnbroker that day and sold my diamond rings, ear-rings, and cross, and with the proceeds opened a rooming house at 1235 Wabash avenue. Mr. McDonald often came to see me and dine there, and it looked as if there might be a reconciliation. But soon after that he met Dora Barclay, and from that time we were friends no longer, but bitter enemies.
"The reputation of my house was ruined by the arrest of Mike Coleman, alias Charles Wilson, the safe-blower, who had lived there a few weeks, and at first I thought Mr. McDonald was behind this plot to ruin me. I went to the Animosa, Pa., penitentiary, saw Coleman, and learned that Mr. McDonald was innocent. But after that a story was started that I lived with Coleman for years. I never saw him after that time at the penitentiary.
"After the World's Fair I removed to St. Louis and started a boarding house at 2686 Locust street. But soon Mr. McDonald's detectives were hounding me there, the newspapers began to print stories of our troubles, and my business was ruined.
"I saw that if I was to live peacefully I must bury my identity, and so, assuming the name of Mrs. Grashoff, I went to New York, and obtained employment with the Board of Charities at Fourth avenue and Twenty-third street, of which Mr. Van Vordenberg was the head. For fifteen years I have been in charitable work. I founded the Destitute Old Ladies' Homeat Paterson, N. J., and at present my work is with the Crittenden Rescue Homes for Unfortunate Girls. It is not the least solace for my many misfortunes that I have been able to save many girls from continuing their wayward careers."So much for the lies circulated about me for twenty years. I never saw Father Price after he left Chicago, nor Father Moysant after I went to Mrs. McGuire's. Both are living, so far as I know, but where, I do not know."
"I saw that if I was to live peacefully I must bury my identity, and so, assuming the name of Mrs. Grashoff, I went to New York, and obtained employment with the Board of Charities at Fourth avenue and Twenty-third street, of which Mr. Van Vordenberg was the head. For fifteen years I have been in charitable work. I founded the Destitute Old Ladies' Homeat Paterson, N. J., and at present my work is with the Crittenden Rescue Homes for Unfortunate Girls. It is not the least solace for my many misfortunes that I have been able to save many girls from continuing their wayward careers.
"So much for the lies circulated about me for twenty years. I never saw Father Price after he left Chicago, nor Father Moysant after I went to Mrs. McGuire's. Both are living, so far as I know, but where, I do not know."
But the records show, according to Mrs. Mary McDonald, that her husband repented of the wrongs he had heaped upon her, and called her to his bedside when he was dying, acknowledging her as his wife, and begging her forgiveness. They were reunited, and a few days later McDonald died.
For Mrs. Dora McDonald, on the other hand, an entirely different case is made out by her attorney, Colonel James Hamilton Lewis. He said that he had procured new evidence in the shape of affidavits and sworn statements of witnesses in the suit for divorce brought by "Mike" McDonald against Mary C. McDonald in 1889, and letters in the handwriting of Mary McDonald, and others.
The divorce bill, according to Colonel Lewis, was filed in the Superior Court of Cook County on September 11, 1889. In the complaint, McDonald alleged that he married his first wife November 20, 1870, and lived with her until May 1, 1889. He alleged misconduct in the complaint, naming Joseph Moysant, or Father Moysant, a renegade priest, and gave dates and places of alleged misconduct. He also alleged that Mrs. McDonald had fled to France with Moysant, and that she was not a resident of Chicago, or the State of Illinois.
Letters were offered in evidence which were alleged to have come from Mrs. McDonald to women friends. Some of these are said to have been signed Mrs. J. Moysant, and to have been partly in the handwriting of Mrs. McDonald and partly in thehandwriting of Moysant. These letters are said to have shown that Mrs. McDonald had a knowledge of the divorce suit pending against her.
An attempt was also made to prove that Mrs. McDonald was deeded certain property by McDonald in connection with the divorce proceedings, and that she negotiated and disposed of that property in part, thus, acquiescing in the terms of possession and establishing the legality of the divorce.
Mrs. Mary McDonald, now a white-haired woman upward of sixty, declares that she has brought suit to establish her legal status as the widow of "Mike" McDonald for the sake of her two sons, Guy and Cassius, for whom she desires to clear her name of any stain. Her petition for an injunction restraining the trustees of the estate from paying to Mrs. Dora McDonald any money as dower rights was heard by Judge Barnes on November 18.
The contest was long and bitter between the attorneys. Crimination and recrimination flew thick and fast. In the end, however, Judge Barnes decided that the divorce of Mike McDonald from Mary Noonan McDonald was legal, that the law could not go back of the records, and that, therefore, Mary Noonan McDonald was not entitled to any share of the McDonald estate.
But the sordid contest over the ill-gotten money of the gambling king was not yet at end. Dora McDonald failed to pay her attorney's fees, and the estate was again brought into the courts on an injunction obtained by James Hamilton Lewis, who threatens to throw the estate into involuntary bankruptcy.
Thus the long battle over tainted gain goes on. Let those who think gambling an easy way to wealth and power read aright the lesson of the life of Mike McDonald; one continual tissue of law-breaking, imprisonment, divorce, scandal upon scandal, murder, adultery, leaving a name covered over and associated with all vileness, all the mud and slime of society, to go down to the grave with a broken heart. Is that an alluring spectacle? Is such a life worth living? Who would emulate it?
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Transcriber's NotesMinor punctuation errors have been silently corrected. Some illustrations have descriptions added for the benefit of the plain text version readers.Title Page: Changed "COVICTIONS" to "CONVICTIONS."(Orig: 200 PENITENTIARY COVICTIONS)Title Page: Changed "CRIMINAL" to "CRIMINALS."(Orig: AN ARMY OF 600,000 CRIMINAL AT WAR WITH SOCIETY AND RELIGION)Table of Contents: Added listings for the last 15 chapters.Changed "Wails" to "Wiles" and "Tellers" to "Telling" to match thechapter title: "Wiles of Fortune Telling."(Orig: Wails of Fortune Tellers)Page 28: Changed "acomplished" to "accomplished."(Orig: it was acomplished successfully.)Page 28: Changed "connetion" to "connection."(Orig: he severed his connetion with the railroad)Page 32: Women's names omitted in original book after the sentence:(Orig: The following are the names of the women arrested:)Page 38: Changed "rerevolver" to "revolver."(Orig: he pushed his rerevolver in Wooldridge's face.)Page 46: Changed "Woolridge" to "Wooldridge."(Orig: One of the last exploits of Detective Woolridge)Page 51: Opening quotes retained; no closing quotes in original.(Orig: "A 'grafter' is one who makes his living (and sometimes hisfortune) by 'grafting.')Page 71: Retained "salonkeepers," possible typo for "saloonkeepers."(Orig: salonkeepers and others that buy them)Page 92: Changed "phychological" to "psychological."(Orig: what he considers the right phychological moment,)Page 97: Changed "knowns" to "knows."(Orig: it isn't because the public knowns any more than)Page 110: Retained "senualist;" possibly a typo for "sensualist."(Orig: it is the senualist whose vice is read in his lips,)Page 114: Changed "POSSSESED" to "POSSESSED."(Orig: THE BANKER WILL END LIFE POSSSESED OF WEALTH)Page 115: Changed "OFERED" to "OFFERED."(Orig: IN WHICH THEY WERE MAILED ARE OFERED WITH THEM.)Page 125: Changed "allegitimate" to "illegitimate."(Orig: he was in an allegitimate business,)Page 134: Changed "weathy" to "wealthy."(Orig: ten or twelve weathy ladies,)Page 136: Changed "Los Angelese" to "Los Angeles."Page 137: Changed "is" to "it."(Orig: give it the consideration is deserves.)Page 140: Retained "Caverley," possible typo for "Caverly."(Orig: was arrested and fined $15 by Caverley.)Page 173: Changed "shoudl" to "should."(Orig: to find if there shoudl be a chord)Page 203: Changed "vigliance" to "vigilance."(Orig: he is under the eternal vigliance of our police)Page 222: Changed "snoke" to "smoke."(Orig: I don't snoke.)Page 240: Changed "nof" to "not."(Orig: "Sophomoric" period is nof fully passed.)Page 283: Changed "Dicharged" to "Discharged."(Orig: Insane asylum, Nevada, Mo. Dicharged after several escapes.)Page 294: Changed "indentification" to "identification."(Orig: the finger print indentification.)Page 296: Changed "lot" to "lost."(Orig: sailor has lot his honorable discharge paper)Page 301: Changed "rougues" to "rogues."(Orig: spreading through the rougues' galleries)Page 347: Opening quotes retained; no closing quotes in original.(Orig: each witness claimed that the "contract was covered up and they were shown just the part of the paper on which was the space for signature; and Daubach performed many acts in furtherance of the conspiracy.)Page 351: Changed "slighest" to "slightest."(Orig: It makes not the slighest difference)Page 360: Changed "is" to "it."(Orig: This is not merely because is loosens general morality)Page 370: Changed "cildhood" to "childhood."(Orig: toward speculation, even from cildhood.)Page 373: Changed "nickle's" to "nickel's."(Orig: good for a nickle's worth)Page 378: Retained "sideway," possible typo for "slideway."(Orig: clamp referred to down through the sideway)Page 382: Sentence possibly missing "do" after "to."(Orig: Very few are expert enough to this trick without detection.Page 387: Changed "sailers" to "sailors."(Orig: the goods were sold to soldiers and sailers.)Page 406: Changed "torents" to "torrents."(Orig: the rain which was beating down in torents)Page 408: Incomplete sentence in original book.(Orig: His counsel asked for the arrest of judgment so he mighthave time to write up the record and present it to the)Page 419: Changed "mammonth" to "mammoth."(Orig: Prisoner accused as principal in mammonth swindling plot)Page 462: Changed "numerious" to "numerous."(Orig: clear Chicago of its numerious "Fake" patent medicine)Page 465: Changed "Lavatories" to "Laboratories."(Orig: Columbus Lavatories conducted the tests.)Page 465: Retained "either," possible typo for "ether."(Orig: Aristol is soluble in either, and makes a dark brown)Page 467: Changed "sppply" to "supply."(Orig: I have in stock and can sppply without delay.)Page 468: Changed "Sargeant" to "Sergeant."(Orig: Desk Sargeant Mike White)Page 471: Retained original 300,000,000 but the math is incorrect.Page 494: Changed "felling" to "feeling."(Orig: the trusting investor the felling that there is a strong hand)Page 514: Retained "grizzy," possible typo for "grizzly."(Orig: look out for Indians and grizzy bears.)Page 563: Retained Joseph Koehy/Koehly variations.Page 565: Changed "answr" to "answer."(Orig: to answr for the murder of Webster Guerin)Page 568: Changed "women" to "woman."(Orig: Dora McDonald was a wonderfully beautiful and younger women)Retained spelling variations: R. W. McClaughrey and R. W. McClaughry.