The Nevada Journal

Nevada, April 21st, 1852.

MR. EDITOR—However humiliating it may appear, I deem it but justice to myself to give publicity to the following letter recently received by me from Mr. Head. I do it the more cheerfully, as I hope thereby to be the means of saving others from the unenviable position in which I am unfortunately placed—believing that a man who will be guilty of conduct such as his in one instance, would not, unless unmasked in some way, hesitate to practice the same imposition a second time. You will confer a favor, therefore, upon a wronged woman by publishing the inclosed in your paper, that censure may fall only upon the guilty.

Elizabeth Head.

Nevada City, April 12th, 1852.

DEAR ELIZABETH.—Take this opportunity of dropping you a few lines to let you know how I have done, though you know a part. I am sorry to tell you that I can't come back there any more, for it is impossible for me to make you happy with the trouble that is on my mind. You know that I have often been very sad, the cause is I loved you but have a wife at home, or a woman, rather, she is young, but I fear she is not the right sort of a woman. I was in trouble at the Eagle, you know and have been ever since, because I loved you so well as to marry you when I should not of done it. I was foolish enough to think that no one would find it out, but it appears they have. I have done wrong in marrying you for you are worthy enough for a better man. It is the first mean act of my life, and I pray God it will be the last, for I am getting tired of living. I may be in eternity by the time you get this, but Oh dear! will you forgive me the wrong I have done you, do forgive me and pray the Lord to forgive me too, for I need the prayers of some one. Oh dear, how can I leave you, but I must. I went to Sacramento when I did to try to forget you, but no, you was ever uppermost in my mind. I feel as though my sins could never be pardoned for marrying unlawful. The bands of matrimony are broken between us. Forgive and forget me. Do not think that there ever lived a man by the name of D. M. Head. I pray never to let any one know that you ever knew me, for I want to keep it from my mother, for I love her as well as ever child loved a mother. It would break her heart to hear of such a thing. I never expect to see her, nor do I ever expect to hear from her. I shall go from here to see father, and see whether he has heard it or not, if he has I can make him believe that it is not so, for the sake of my mother. For God's sake never write to my mother, for as you love your child she loves hers. I ask you once more to forget and forgive me, but I never can forget you.

D. M. HEAD.