Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 March 1891 — Page 9

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SECOND PART. nanaESTABLISHED 1821, INDIANAPOLIS, WEDNESDAY MORNING MARCH It, 1891-TWELVE PAGES. ONE DOLLAR PER YEAR.

PAGES 9 TO 12.

FANNY'S PER STORY

In Regard to the CrawfordDilke Scandal. Her Husband Believes Her a Pure Woman. The Eyraud Case's Counterpart in Monaco. An English Physician is the "Woman's Victim. The Baccarat Scandal Old World Sensations. London', March 5. A long statement has been issued and is now being circulated amon tbe electors of the Forest of Dean division of G ouceetershir- on behalf o? Sir Charles Dilke. Feb. 25 it wag announced that the electors of the Forest of Dean division had asked Sir Charles Dilke to be their candidate for parliament at the coming general election. To this proposition Sir Charles assented, provided that be had fair assurance from a majority of the liberal eleetors that his candidacy would receive their support. Finally, it was elated that Sir Char.'es had supplied theFore-tcf Dean liberal organization with a statement for private circulation among its members vindicatinz himself against the charges made against him in connection witn the famous CrawfordBilk divorce case in which he was involved several years ago. The statement is not signed, but bears evidence tbat Sir Charles is the author. The statement tries to show that the leading asertion of the respondent Mrs. Crawford was untrue and that she is an abandoned character and an habitual frequenter of houses of id fame. According to the statement Capt. Forgter ought to have been co-respondent and not Sir Charles Dilke. Befc-rring to the notorious "Fanny," the pamphlet Rays that she is now happily married and is known as Mrs. Stork. Continuing, the pamphlet says that Mrs. Crawford, during the divorce proceedings, made the assertion that "Fanny" had been Sir Charles Dilke's nvstress, and crowned her own infamy by swearing that she (Mr. Crawford) and "Fanny" had been in bed together with Sir Charles Dilke. In this connection it haa be-n wi lely assorted that "Fanny" avoided going in'o the witness box and that, in so doing, she practically admitted her guilt. Since the trid, however, according to the statement, "Fanny" ha made a statutory declaration, giving a full account of herself, of where ehe was stayin at the period it was averted that she was sleeping with Sir Charles Dilke, and has ma 'e a sworn denial of Mrs. Crawford's story, so far as it related to her, before tha queen's proctor. "F;innV husband, the pamphlet a id, believes his wife's story, and says tiiat he has the best reasons to know that ehe is n god woman. The Statement al?Q compares the evidence furnished at the trials in detail. The most etrikin? riovelty of the whole aflfnir are "Fanny's" dec arations. The general opinion seems to bo that the pamphlet will n-ooen the airitntion ot years gf'no by an I wid probably win over to ir Charles' side of the atlair a number of tha public who have previously condemned him, but that it will fail to completely vindicate Sir Charles Diike, PLOT FOR A PLAY. An Knfltihinnn Puts Il'a Wife In it Mad Uouaeand G ibblee IIr Property. London, March 5. A curious and start, in. case will shortly be tried in the courts here. It appears that a Mrs. Cathcart, a wealthy lady of Straford, disappeared from her bonne, and fur some time all the edbrts of her relatives and friends failed to discover her whereabouts. Quite recently, however, her friends traced Ler to a lunatic asylum, where ehe had been confined at ber husband's instigation. Mrs. Cat heart's relatives are now trying to obtain the appointment of a lunacy commi-sion to inquire into the afT.tir and to obtain her release, it being cla med that she is perfectly sane. Mrs! Cathcart is the posiesvjr of an estate valued at over $.V,t icO.OOO, which reverts to her huband if he c;in prove her unsound mentally. Mr. Cat heart's relatives insist that she is in full possession of her senses, and comequently a long and intere ting trial is expe ted." Further developments show that in 1&39 Mrs. Cathcart brought suit against her husband in nn elf..rt to obtain a divorce and was not successful. ANOTHcR EYRAUD CASE. Monaco t Sene and an English PbjtU elan t' Virtlm. Monaco, March 5. A man and woman were at rested here yesterday charged with the murder of a physician in December last. The arre9t has caused a sensation because the crime is a direct counterpart or reproduction of the crime for which Michael Eyraud recently suffered the death penalty in the place Ie La Roqnette. From the meager details obtainable from the police, it appears that in December last the body of an English physician, a Dr. Lindemann of Manchester, was found dead in a ravine near San lie mo. The finding of the body was followed by an official investigation, which, it was announced, resulted in the authorities of San He mo coming to the conclusion that it was either a case of suicide or else that Dr. Lindemann met his death by accident through fal ing down the ravine some dark nivht while out walk in?. It now appears that the police allowed Ihe suicide or accident theory to tret abroad in order to better enable 'the police to fo low out the real theory that of murder. It was thought likely that the murderer or murderers upon bearing that the authorities t San Kemohad arrived at the jiiCinsion that the English physician's death wss caused by accident or suicide, would relax their vigilance, take fewer precautions to conceal their crime and thus fall moro readJy iato the liAnds of iustice. From the moment'tha doctor's body was found, t lie authorities of San Iterrio never ceased their investigation and gradually wove a net of evidence around the doctor's murderers, which, yesterday, resulted in the arrest hern of a man and wGAjaa who are charged with having mur

dered Dr. Lindemann. The woman, it appears, was of the character of Gabrille Bompard, Eyrand's mistress. As to what actually took place after the woman had enticed her victim into her room little is actually known here, owing to the fact that the police are not yet prepared to give all the facts to the public. However, it is concluded that the doctor when in the woman's apartments was drugged, murdered and robbed by the woman who had bewitched him, and that the latter was assisted in the preparation of the crime by the man. The arrests have caused much commotion. It is rumored that the man and woman in custody may have other and similar crimes charged against them, and that the woman may have been used to lure other men to their doom. In a place like this where the finding .of bodies generally cases of supposed suicide is not an infrequent occurrece, it is not astonishing that the wildest theories have been advanced, and that the people fancy that perhaps the woman made it a business to decoy successful players into her apartments, and that there they may have both been robbed and murdered and their bodies placed so that they would be classed as victims of ill-luck at the gaming tables of Monte Carlo or elsewhere. Must Go to Prison. ¶ Paris, March 5.— The appeal of Peter Vladimiroff, the wealthy young Russian who was sentenced lo twenty years' penal servitude for the murder of his paramour, Mme. Carmine Freycinet. at Ville d'Avery, in October last has been rejected. The murdered woman was a handsome widow and the mother of two children. In addition to the twenty years' penal servitude, he was sentenced to the additional penalty of not being allowed to reside in France for ten years after the expiration of his sentence without special permission from the authorities. Vladimiroff is only nineteen years of age. The Baccarat Scandal. London, March 5.— In the house of commons today Mr. Henry Cobb (Gladstonian), member for Rugby, asked if a military inquiry had been ordered in regard to the baccarat scandal, which affected an officer of high rack (Sir William Gordon Cummings). The Hon. Edward Stanhope, secretary of state for war, in reply to Mr. Cobb's question, said that the matter was now the subject of an action at civil law, and that he must therefore decline to make any remark on the subject. STUDENTS BURNED TO DEATH.

A North Carolina Hciioul Ilnrua It ruplla IarrnT d. Monroe, N. C, March 5. Fire was discovered in the Monroe high school early this morning. An alarm was at once sent in and the students of the school were aroused as eocn as possible, but it was too late to rave the building and two unfortunate young men. Thomas Feniberton of Littlo Bock, Ark., and Albert Lost, of Boet's mill, X. C, perished in the flames. At the first a'arm the young ladies, who roomed on the ground floor, made their escape. The young men roomed on the third floor, and when the alarm reached them the means of escape were partial y cut o I, and the building was tided with smoke and flames. Albert Dost and A. C. Rhodes wvre in a room together. Albert awakened lrt und discovered the fire, awoke K bodes. In trying to escape, Albert started for the tht entrance, huh was in the f art of the building where the fire originated. He was sulFoca'ed by smoke, overcome by heat and went down wiih the building. Rhodes sought tho east entrance and managed to escape after being severely burned about the neck, mad and arm. Thomas Bemberton was not s -en at all, and his remains were found on the wire springs of hw bed, leadiug to the belief that he did not awake at aU. The head, arms and lew of tho holies were burned off, leaving a mass of charred flesh. The building was completely dehtroyed, together w.th the school f urn. lure, four pianos and tho library. The origin of the tire is not known. Losa, $15,000. A PRESENT FINDS ITS OWNER. A Storjr of a Chrlatrata Gifl'a Jjorney From C-a(t i. !alTilla American J Among ths thousands of Christmas gifts received and passing through the Nashville postotiice all have found iheir owners. The last was found yesterday. It was a beautiful necktie sachet made by a young lady in Hamilton, OnL, and sent to a denttl student in this city. It contained no address whatever or other marks of identification, except two Cpnadian stamps. Tbe postoflice had the matter noticed in tbe papers and several persons ca'led, presuming the present was for them. Under direction of the postmaster the parties wrote to their friends in Canada, and finally the young dental student rtceived a letter which satiffiVd the postoffice authorities that he was the party for whom the handsome present was intended. How a package bearing no address whatever could have found its way to Nashville from so distant a point aiOritari is a mystery, and that Nnshvibe should have been the proper destination and the package should have eventually fallen into the hands of its owner, is not only a strane coincident, but also a flattering commentary on tho perfection of tho American postal syetem. I II -antr a lllaalnu? Of the beautiful women I have known, but few have attained superiority of any kind, says Anna Katherine Green in The Laiiiri' Home Journal. 8o much is expected by the woman accustomed to admiration that she plays and palters w ith her fate ti 1 the crooked stick is all that is left ber. Th'n wo exemplified gain and agnin. While the earnest, loftv, aweetsmiling woman of the pale hair and doubtf u. Hue of nose, has. perhaps, one true lover whae worth he has time to recognize, an ajknowhlged beauty will find herseli surrounded by a crowd of .bowy ecotixts whoe admiration so dazes and bewilders her ihat she is sometimes tempted to bestow herself ujKn the most importunate one in order to end tho unseemly struKgle. Then the incentive to education, and to the cultivation of one's especial powers is lacking. Foriretting that the Humphs which have made a holiday of youth must I 8en with the years, many a fair one neglect that training of the mind which gives to her who is poor in all e'e, an end. ess storehouse of wealth from which she ran hope to produce treasures for 1k r own delectation and that of those abort her, long after the fitful bloom ucon ber handsome sister's cheek has laded with the roses of departed summer.

IS THE CRIMINAL A WOMAN !

AN ENGLISH DETECTIVE'S THEORY. Tha Mnt Ratlnnnl Explanation of the Anfal Cr m-Anuti.fr Rellnm ?Ijtrjr That Lip ained th A; pU.ng Wbltechapvl Horror It is now two years eince I was detailed on the Vhit'chapel murders, tays John Gregory writing recently from London to the New Yoik World. Three we-, ks ao I came to the unalterable conviction that the person who has committed these appalling crimes i; a won an. 1 lien I first set to work I wat looking for a wel -dreesed mnn, presumably a foreigner, who at various times had lecn seen talking with theee disreputable women, and who it was surmi'cd might be the assa-sin. I heard of him litre and there. There was tdenty of people who had seen him, but ha or any tracj of his whereabouts was nowhere to be found. Niijht after night I prowled about the dens and rookeries of AVhitechnpel hoping to 6tun.b!e on a clue, but always go;nc home at dawn worn out and disappointed. Two points about these crimes always struck me the celerity and the silence with which the victims of this mysterious murderer were dispatched. In many cases the bodies were yet warm when discovered ; yet who had ever heard a shriek or cry for help from the-e poor creatures? I reasor-.ed that the mysterious fiend must be as velvet-footed as a cat and a swift as a serpent. Who was this man who crept out of the night as noi.-e'essly as a panther from a thicket, pounced on bis prey and then shrunK away through the n ght? I thought, and thought, until my brain Feemed bursting, end yet found myself us tor awav from nv discovery as ever. One day in early June, l'SS'. I was sent for by the inspector. He was alone and busy with some, writine. lie looked up in hi- quick, blunt fashion : "Wrl, Gregory, have you discovered anvlhing?" Absolutely nothing." "Uin er how womd you like a bit of relaxation?" "I fdiould be g'ad of it, sir." for, to tell the truth, the strain of the my.-tery was getting unsupportable. It was a i ways with me n:Ait and day, and my dreams were fub of i'. "A mysterious affair has occurred in Hackney. Mrs. Capt. Molyneux, the widow of an lri6h otticer, has just called on me in regard to a loss she has eu-tnined. It seems," and the inspector consulted his notes, "that a manilicent Scotch codie, the favorite dog of Ler dead husband and very dear to her on that account, was found this morninz in her court-yard d ad, maimed and mu ilated in a shocking manner. The lady is not aware that fhe has an enemy in the world, and the animal, she states, was the pet of ihe entire neighborhood. he is exceedingly anxious that t the per-on w ho so cruelly uYurdeTe''Ther dog shad be found and punished. You may go there at on e, look atout and tee what you can discover." I immediately took my way to the dress he gave, and was oon in the pleasant drawing-room of a tidy little house in Hackney. VMiile wa tinsr for the mistrecs of the he oscj to appear I looked about. Two w indows opening on the b;ick piazza attracted my attention. From theia 1 looked into the court-yard, where, covered irom the rays of the sun, lay a brire object which I aesumed was the murdered animal. Two or three itep led from the pinzza into the Court. "Ah '." I saitl to myself, "very easy for an inmate of the huuso to reach the kenne!." I looked around the room. It was the well furnished drawine-room of people wl o bail seen better day. The furniture was handsome, but old-fashioned and fad-d. Thero was a large book-casa well tided with volumes of fiction and travel, liy a lady's low chair stood a tiny table on which lay some needlework and an open book. Cure.esj.ly I lifted the latter and glanced at it. It wns a col'.ection of stories by Erkmaun-Chatriin. A few rentenccs gleaned at random riveted my attention. 1 became absorbed in what I was reading when suddenly, without any warning round whatever, I was conscious some one was standing close behind me. I must confess 1 had a curious sensation. It was not quite fear, but som-thuig bordering on iu 1 absolutely dreaded turning to look ! With an effort I did so, and faced a woman fo strikingly beautiful that for a moment I was startled, rhe was tall and s'ender, but her figure was suggestive of great strength. Her hrnL I specially noticed. They looked s. strong and her lingers were so long. They had a ttrantre lit 1 15 trick, too, of slowly clutching the folds of her long black gown. Her hair was well, tawny d scr be6 it better than any other adjective. Her brow was low, and from under her thick eyebrows, which ii. et, gleamed eyes as yellow and lambt nt as topaz. As I looked at lhe:n I intantlv thought how they, iii list glow in a dark ro m, and the idea was not a pleasant one. Only one detail of her dres caught my notice and that wai the uzly brooch she wore. It was a death's head o' white enamel. fnd in the eye slits tiny rub:es pparkled. Against the I ackground of her black kowii this ornament 6howed with gruesome ettect. "Mrs. Molyneux, I fancy?" raid I, with profound bow. "No, I am iTrs. Desmond, a friend of Mrs. Molyneux. She is so ill over Ihe loss of her pet that she sent me down to see you. 1 can irive you all necessary information. Perhaps you would like to see poor ! Jock" and withont waiting for nn answer flie glided before tne to the court-yard, threw back the coverin?. and 1 looked upon a piece of fiendish work which, strong man as I am, made me turn quite fick. Thmninial'a throat had been cut, he had been tabbed in thirty diller lit places, besid s being otherwise frightfully mutilated. "Is it not shocking?" asked Mrs. Desmond. Her voice was cold and affected mo di-agreembly. "The person who killed ' Jock must have quite revt led in his work." ihe tones ot ner voice crew warmer now. What a gratification for tbe blood-thirsty wretch." I looked sharply at this woman who, instead of weeping, could atand there and coolly analyze the fteiins of the dog's slayer. Her eyes were very bright and dry, and tcarlet spots burned on each cheek. "1 saw a do? killed the other dav in the country. Ho was supposed to be mad. His n-'aster shot him that was quite a merciful death compared to this was it not?" she asked, eagerly. "It was. indeed," I gravelv answered, drawing the cloth back over the dog. When we returned to the house I asked Mrs. Desmond many questions. The serv

ant were aIo brought in and inlerro- j ifiited. Nothing new wa3 ehciteJ. No i noise had l.eeii heard thiouo th night, j but when the butler opened the windows !

on the piazza he had seen -ock lying close by the steps, stiil and co'd. He saw no weapon. The court was surrounded by a brick wal", covered bv vines. Thvre was no trace of any one having climbed this wall. "And these windows were fastened?" I asked. "Yes, sir; ju?t as I left them lat night." 'Is it not possible for me to see Mm. Molyneux to-day?" 1 asked, turning to Mrs. Desmond. "No; she is completely unnerved. She was quite excited over her visit to tho inspector aud 1 adyitci ber to get some refit." "I will cor.'C again tomorrow," I said. "I hope she will be able to seo me then.'' On my way l ack 1 "topped at a b'ok stall and boupht a cony ot Etktuann-Cha-trian's volume of fhort- rtories and whs soon lest in those fascinating and morbid tales, w Inch gave me soiu j extraordinary ideas. Next d.iy I returned to the Mo'yn"tix bouse and very soon the widow appeared. She was a gentle lit lie woman whose pretty eyes were swoilfti with weeping. "They took Jock away last night," she said. "I have not slept. He was vry dear to me " and a eob finished the sentence. "Mrs. Molyneux, you havo no suspicion whatever in regard to this matter?" "Oil, no," Btie quickly replied. "Every one loved Jock he v. as so brave and gentle. Yon saw hiui?" "Yee, Mrs. Desmond showed him to me." "I only saw him once after death. I cou d not bear to look at him. But he seemed to have a terrible fascination for Beatrix." "Beatrix?" I invo'untarily repeated. "Yes Mrs. Desmond, t-ho was constantly going out to look at him." "Ah, by tbe way, where is Mrs. Desmond?" "She left me this morning." "Left you?" "Yes, Fhe has cone to pay a visit In Surrey. I did not dream of her goine away so soon. I shad miss her, for, although sue was always reading, it w as pleasant to look at her she is so beautiful and strong." "Quite a reader, wan the?" "Yes; and such frightful books, too, they made me fhudder even to hok into; but she aid they were beautiful." "l'ossibly a book I saw lyiug her yesterday and which I took up and became quite interested in wa be:s 1 refer to a vo time by Erkmann-Chatrian. It lay here on this piece of embroi lery." "Oh, that shocking book! Yes. Sho has pored over it ever since she came. I read a sen ence or two, which were quite sufficient for me." "Do you recall the titles of any other books that Mrs. Desmond rpad?" "There was one cal ed 'The Clot on the Brain,' and I reca'd an American pamphlet, 'Morbid Impulses.' I noticed them because I would have thought such literature tho last Mrs. Desmond would care to re id." "Why? "Do not you remember the Desmond murder? The terrible circumstances, the husband who was stabbed again aud again before the eyes of his who by another woman. You surely must recail.it, though it occured years ago." Ah ! yes," I said eluwly, "and this U the wife." "Poor Ee.itrix, yes. She s.iw that terrlb'e sirfht. We thought for a long time she would go mad, but she recovered her hea th and U now quite strong. The only queer thing about her is this inord.nate taste for reading of murders. She iaso inttTt'ted in those awful "Whitcthapei crimes. I cannot beir to even hear of them. But, now 1 am running on about Mrs. Desmond, intend of trying to help you in your investigations." I a-ked Mrs.Midyneux a few unimportant questioiis aud lei t the house. I t.ld the im-pector my suspic'on. "But the woman's gone, you say. Wait a dav or so t-omt thing may turn up." Something did turn up. Within h week I read the following notice in a daily paper: Fi'ty pourvli reward for the apprehension the prreon who, rn Wednesday tnght, killed and niuiiiatcd a brace of Irish Betters at the kenue.i at Wentwerth Vill, near ballntu, Surrey. ALURBT WeMWOUTU hBlKDOM. "That damnable woman has been at ber fiendish tricks azain." I said, showing the notice to the inspector. He read it and said : "You had better take a run out to Surrev for your health." To li-dlaia I hatened, only to find the same svns of mutilation about the setters that I had observed about the collie, and also to rind that Mrs. Desmond had suddenly lef. Went worth Viha fr Edinburgh. Flinwing a cursa after her I returned to London. Gotland Yard was in a ferment. A dingy, ill-speiled note had been received by the police, signed "Jack the Ripper," and warning th-jiu that ths Whitechapel butcheries would soon begin sgiin. In the feverish excitement over this I forgot Mrs. Desmond entirely. Night after night I haunted Whitechapel, pcerintr inio archways and dimly-Hifhted corners, hoping against hope, scarcely breathing In my effort to listen keen.y for the soft tread of the monstor I feared was lurking somewhere close at hind. One sultry July night in 1RS9 X was. as usual, prow-ling through the lanes and alleys 01 this reeion. It was nearly 11 o'clock when 1 paused in a dark an hway near Castle alley, one of the worst places in all London. It is about twenty feet wi lo and 400 feet long, and has four entrances which lead to numerous alleys and passage, forming runways for crimini's. The neighborhood is populated with the most degraded and abandoned of both scxe-. Not five minutes after I bad stood there in the gloom I saw a wretched creature, brazen and bedraggled, shamble slot g. tho wa. just setting out for her night's work. I recognized her as Carrie Mackenzie, one of the lowest of the many low creatures of that region. "Poor devil," I thought as the passed me. "I wonder how soon Ja'-k will get his hands on you." I crossed the alley and quitted it by the opposite entrance. It was very dark there, but through the gloom 1 thought 1 saw n shape a few feet ahead of me. I quickened my fteps. There was some one before me a woman, tall, fleet-footed, stepping noise est-ly, ami throuded in a long black cloak and veil a woman whose general appearance did not correspond in the least with ber surroundings. I hurriedly overtook ber. Just as I passed her, tho jdro from a flicker.ng street lamp fell across ber features. Through ber veil I saw a white face, and two eyes that glowed I ke a cat's fixed full on rue. One long white hand clutched the folds of her veil, and if I had not known tbe eyes I should hare known the hand. It wss Mrs. Pesrcond! While 1 stood stupidly staring sh disappeared. Khe seemed to drift and fade into the bUcknesi before her. I sprang forward. I ran hither . and thither, bat he wss gone. -Damnation 1" I growled. "I wish I

could have spoken to her. What is that woman doing in Whitechapel? How comes a ladv in this God-forsaken quarter of the town?" And Mrs. Desmond .had been intf reeled in the Whitechapel murders! Musi us thus, 1 WMlked aimlessly on until I suddenly found I w as again approaching Castle alley. I had unwitting y made a complete circuit. J stopped by a street lamp and looked at my w atch. It was 1:10. There waa. an oppressive hush in the air. Absolute sdence enve'oped the night. Gradual y from a distance the sound of footsteps broke on my ear. It was the patrol making his rounds. An instant later a sharp, shrill whittle cleft tho stiilness the officer was whistling for assistance. I rushed throueh the black archways and into Castle alley. I saw him ftooping and flashing his lantern over something. He staggered back with an er.c amation of horror, and turned his l.vid fncu toward me lie did not speak; ha only pointed at what lay at his feet. And as f looked it seemed as'if the iiLht found tongue and from everv corner mvriad voices seemed to shriek that awful word "Murder I" Then came the running of feet, the opening and si smiring of doors, and like an army of rats people 6warmed upon u. I stood "over it for live minutes until ths poli e came and drove back the maddened crowd. Of all black deed?, this was the fou'et. Such wantcness of mutMatiou such ingenuity of cruelty had never been conceived. The unfortunate was identified as Carrie Mackenrie, the woman I had eeen ut about 11 o clock. I can never forget tbat night. Tbe dreadful deta:ls of the murder, the removal of th body, the rows of frightened faces, the curse and imprecations hurled at the unknown murderer and my own despair. When I realized that the crime bad bsen committed while I waa wandering aimleMly about, disturbed by an ap-

panron, perhaps, my raze knew no bounds, ross.bty, too", r.s I returned to Castle alley tbe mmdercr was slinking away within a stone's throw. "Idiot, fool that I was!" I cried, over and over. "Why did I imagine that I saw that woman and watc my time following her. But no I saw her! How narrowiy she mi-sed this murder, and how she'll regret ehe was cheated of that awful sight 1 How she would have enjoyed " I broke oil'. I irrew quite cold. For a moment I thought I wa dying. Merciful Hod 1 could it lc! No, no, impolitic! And yet thoee oor animals thoe frightful books her presence hero the silence and swiftness with which ehe disappeared what could it all mean? 1 rnurt be going road ! v Months after I wal'ted into the office at Scotland Yard, still weak and trembling from my long idness. Overwork, the physicians ta:d, and brooding too much upon the Whitechapel mysteries precipitated on attack of brain fever. But 1 knew betb-r. I knew that what s?t my head reeling and brain on fire was the fearful suspicion of the idcutity of "Jack the Ripper." Sometimes I wondered if it had notbeen a p:irt of my feverish fancie, but I distinct reca'd the powerful figure of Mrs. Desmond, her cruel eves and clutching white hand. Beatrix Desmond certainty etood before me on that awful night. From the day I reported for work until now I have watched herns closely as possible. Soiree. y a day has passed without my catching a glimpse of her. I have known hir outgoings and incomings. With nothing tui-ible to build my theory upon I have waited, believing I should find some clew w hich would be confirmation of my suspicions. Why should she murder? Why should she have killed those inoftensive beasts? The woman is morbidly initiative. She saw hor hnnband kill-d and ab-orbed from th it spectacle a pas ion for blood. From brooding over that sight ehe came to. wonder what it would be to kill, aud then to dee ira to do it. ' Threo weeks ago Frances Coleman, a wretched wayfarer, was f jund murdered in the Swallow Oardcns. The noise the constable made as he approached evidently alarmed tho assassin, for the body was "yet warm when discovered. I was very soon on the ground and nssisted in I. f ting the poor creature into the wa?on. As I placed my hand under her head it came in cont tct with an object tangled in the nnkempt hair. I still have it, and it is to me a positive clew. But I am unable to convince my chief. The drunken saddler has accounted for his whereabouts on the night of the crime. The murderer, in my opinion, is Beatrix Desmond. A WOMAN'S POLITICAL FORESIGHT. 9ha Wloa Two VTagera from Her $ire-t-liart on an Eleetioa. Milwaukee Evening Wi,conIn.l The friends of a very bright West side young lady tell with a good deal of enjoyment a campaign ftory in which she figures. Before the democratic convention the young lady, whose cleverness enabled ber to scan tho political horizon with the glance of a statesman, made a wager with a young man of ber acquaintance that G. V. Beck would be the nominee for governor. Then, thinking that ehe was taking an unfair advantage of him, becausa she considered it glar.ngly apparent that she would win, she attempted to square things by making another bet that he would be elected. The voting man was a democrat, but he took the second bet for the purpose of "hedging." Their surprise was mutual on the morning of Nov. 5 when tho young, man found that instead of "hedging" he haddoubd-duphisown bet. lie promptly pai 1 both wagers and the young lady, etill bent upon squaring things, presented to him, as a souvenir of the occasion, a copy of "Beck's Boss Book." On tho flyleaf she wrote the fo lowing witiv inscription: "The Earl of Beaconsfield used literature to rise in politics; let us pray in Germsnonly that George W. Peck toty use politics to riso in literature." Knater. Easter falls on Marrh 20, an unusually esrly date. Tho earliest date on which easter can fall is March 22. and this only in cane the moon is full March 21, when this date happens to fa lonSaturday. This combin ition of circumstances is extremely rare; it occurred in 10f2. 1761 and 1817 and will happen again in lO'JO, .'07r and 2144, whih during the thiee following centuries it is not once "on the books" at this early date. On the other hand Easter never fulls later than April 25; this waa the case in loort, 1734 and l&tf and will only happen once in the next century namely, in 1913. Sympathetic. (Htoa Coarler.l At the boarding house. Hostess "I don't see how any one can speak well of those horrid Indians. I can never forget how they made several of my ancestors pufier at the stake." Mr. Grampui (struggling with an alleged elrloin) "I can assure you, madam, they have uy profoundeet sympathy."

GOnilAlID IN HIDWLMEi:.

A (JANUARY VISIT TO SWITZERLAND. Flva Thnnaand Fart Abova tha 5ea Level Anderinatt Tha llnapica The Great Pcatka A. Fouauua Nina Sllli Tunnel Jlouotala HIelxn lttd ng. Axpermatt, fwitzsrland, Jan. CO. Special. Involuntarily on glancing at the hea ling of this letter your Grst question will be: -Where is Andermatt?" Let me answer tbe question for you as briefly as possib'e. In the first p'ace, it is nearly five thousand feet above the sea-level and rcstles in a valley away up in the heart of the Alps of Canton Uri, one of the original etroncholds r.f Swicy independence. The "men of Uri." as everyone familiar with the history of Helvetia's liberties knows, played a most important part in the great events which gave birth to their littlo republic, now nearing the eeunth century of its existence. The valley in question is the fertile basis of a former lake some eight or nine miles long, and varying from one to two miles in width ; giant enowclad peaks hem it in on all sides, audits level pastures are traversed by the Ecus, which1, finding its outlet by the famous Schoellenen gorge, rushes down through a valley of the wildest snd most picturesque grandeur to empty its waters into the p-acid lake of Lucerne. Even the prolonged cold of winter at this al.itude de e? not stop its flow. And tbe winter is long hero ; it lasts generally for eiht months. Snow 1 there is now enough here, and ice too, to start a miniature arctic zone, or polar circle wiih. Snow, snow, enow-everywhere! on the fields, the roads, the housetops, tho fences, the trees, the mountains, a ubiquitous panoply of da;z ing, Lewiideriug virgin white. It i3 cold too, that is if you look at the thermometer, which marks, on a fair winter g day such as this, pomo ten or fiften degrees above zero (Fahrenheit). I said, however, vou must look at the thermometer, in or.ler to bcomo aware of the fact, for a grander or more geuial winter's day, a warmer, more generous midwinter sun. a bluer, softer or more clouJlees winter sky I never aw in New York, in Louisiana, no, not in Naples itself. Now this hotel in which I am passing my brief atay at Andermatt the Bellevu is one of half dozen to be found here, and would you believe me? it has winter cure-guests. And really the place is 60 comfortablo that, had I brought more baggage along, I should actually be tempted to pas a week or two as a'cureguest, too, in this upper fourth floor of Switzerland. The house is as comfortable as any first-class city hotel, and I have no interest whatever in putting its proprietor either. He welcomed me at the door when I drove up, and I have not seen him eince. But bis house is really a wonder up at this height in the air. You have your reading-room, your b:lliard-rom, jour conversatiou-rooji, your smokingroom, your, great big dining-room, and your snug cosy bed-room jut the tame as you would in any of the larger hoses at Zurich. Lucerne or Geneva. There is an air ef warmth and comfori in the bou-e that makes one loth to leave it, and I doubt not that in the dog-days, whr n we in the lowlands are sweltering, peopl, up hen, are smiling in their sleeves and a cool as cucumbers. I rnfher envy these "cure-irneota" here, be it win'er or aurnmcr. They must be "Joey li;tgto ks" in their way. I suspect. My first care on arriving was to h-ve a look about the dorf, if, by that nnpretentions title, one mv designate Andermatt with its H'X) dweller. Of course, the church u the first p'ace to visit, and here, though the edifice is by no means imposing, it has a specHl antiquity as dating back to ths Lombard epoch, and what is more, it has a curious, though I cannot add attractive, feature, similur to that which attracts so many strangers to the church of the Capuchin? in Rome, namely, a charnel-house decorated with the skulls and bones of departed humanity. While on this subject, 1 may also mention that in the cerm.teryof a village called Bsar, in Canton Zug. half way between the lakes of Zng and Zurich,' there is a mortuary chapel similarly decorated, though but seldom visited by strangers. The houses in Andermatt are all in the chalet sty e, unpaintcd, with projecting eaves, much carved wood-work, miniature flower-balconies before the windows, and, standing apart from each other, and each projecting at a slight angle toward the main-street. Th"i latter is narrow, and follows the cireu ar line of the ba? of the mountains. The signs show curious patronymics, and are partly in French, partly "in German. As everywhere in Switzerland, the bchool houe is one of the best and larvet buildings in town. It, and the church spire, prominently catch the eye of the appro iching stranger. The people look sturdy and hearty, and are clad as warmly" as Laplanders. The fact that it is high up in the mountains and away from tho big towns, doesn't prevent the small street boy from "hitching" with his sled behind voiir Portland cutter and stealing a rile, just as hh boyish col eagues do in the world be ow. But the driver here Is more good-natured, and isn't apttoenrprUc the culprit with a crack of tbe whip around his nether integrements, as most wellregulated drivers will sometimes do. The small boy "has it good" up here in this re spect. Keaily it doesn't take long to make one'a self acquainted w.th all Andermatt, including ita collective "cuN de sac," purlieus and suburbs. But there remains another inspection yet to be made, the surroundings, and they are well worth inspecting. This zig-zag roadway which von see mounting the ascent thre on the left of where we entered the village, going np and up and np, with its serried rows of ttone posts to mark its onter border, is the . Ober-Alpine postroad to Chur, or Coire s the French call it, thirteen hours distant by diligence. The great peaks close by are the Baezbcrg, the Mutthorn and the Badtu: from the latter' eummit, reached with a guide in five hours, one sees aa almost numberless array of peak of the Grison. Bernese, and Wallis Alps; further beyond there to the right is, however, the most Interesting point of all, the Gotthard summit and Hospice, What a history that Hospice has of the good monks' unselfish devotion to belated wayfarers, of the wantonness of the French soldiery who tore it down in the campaign of 1701)' to make firewood, of Goethe's two or three visits, and of all the other thousand and one Incidents connected with the coming and going of the sixty thousand travelers who annually assed by that war between Bwitter and and Italy before the wonderful Gotthard railway was opened. But now all ia changed. The monks are

gone, and there is onlv a weather station up there, from which we in the world below g-t daily reports by wire. There are two men shut in by the snow up there. I

asked the Uri Jehu who drove me op here how they p issed their time up there. "Freurn und naufen," was his lacnic reIS There is a story people tell though or which I can't vouch that one winter the two bad a falling out about some tri fling matter, and, though taey ate. drank, and Slept in the same hut, didn't speak a word to each other for fifteen days. Imagine, though, hew joyful the reconciliation must have been to both of them, after a fortnight of fierce looks and blank s lence. At a l events, it is apparently alt sun-hiue up there today, and one is tempted to regret tnat the hitoric peak, smiling there in the sunlight, is for the nonce inaccessible. There is one other fact in connection with Andermatt w hich may srve to give the r- ader some idea ol its elevattoa. Directly under it, and a thou ?nd fe t under it at that pa-se the famous ninemi. e tunnel of the (lotthard railway piercing the Alps from Goeschcnen to Airolo; a tunnel, by the war. which cost about twelve million dollars, and required the) lalor of twenty five hundred men daily for eitfht vears in its construction. Railway building in these Swiss mountain fastnessts has been reductd to a fine art. Here at the hotel in An lermatt I hav hsd a mo-it entertaining conversation iu English at that with a Swiss civil engineer who, after having been enirnged in similar work in tho Andes, has returned home to survey a proposed line would you believe it from tbe Got'hard railway atGoewchenen, up through thed:zzy Schoelleri gorge right into this vil.age of Andermatt. They may carry it on up to the Gotthard Hospice later, who knows? For after the success of 6uch lines a the Pilatus and cthers.it is a pretty well settled fact that a railway csn be built irom anywhere to anywhere in Switzerland. But this proposed railMay nn through the .Schoeilen will be something marvelous for tourists when it once gets into opera' ion, which I am told will probably bd m IS'.)-. At present tho distance is innde in less than an hour by diligence in summer, or sleigti in winter, from Goeschenen etation. Beaily, even at this season, thanks to the Gotthard railway, the p ace is wonderfully accessible, high as it is. You can lave Zurich or Lucerne at 9 o'clock any morning and reach Goeschenen at 1 without change ot cars. The panorama on the way up is in itself a picturesque treat never to be forgotten. ou have the lake of the Four Cantons and the lake of Zug spread out before you in all their beautv. Kuesnacht, Schi ler'e liock, Tell'e chapel, Brunnen, Fluelen, Altorf, the scene of the apple-shooting tradition, and a score of other places familiar to lovers of Swiss history are in turn passed. Such giant peaks as the Rigi, the Kuetli, the Frohnatpstock and the Urirothetock rear their grey and hoary summits heavenward, like majestic sentinels along the line. At Erstfe.d the accent of the moun tain begins, and from there on the valley nrow9 narrower, shutticg in the railway and the Iieuss between two precipitous walls of rock. At Amsteg is a wondeiful bit of mountain scenery, the entrance of the famoiH Maderan valley; at Wassen, a village perched like an eagle's nest among the rocks, is one of the curious circular tunnels by which the nilway, ascending the cliffs, parses the self-same spot three successive times on dblerent levels. Tha glories of this scenery in winter must ba seen to be ful y rea Ized. And yet the ascent is so gradunl as to be barely noticeable, and you suddenly find yourself at the mouth of the great tunnel at Goeschenen, with a large well-appointed station to alight at, and a capital table d'hote dinner served smoking hot to your order, for seventy cent, with a bottlo Of wine inc'udod. "Tbt reare any number of drivers and hotel porters standing about the stat on, and you bargain with one of them for a drive to An-iermattand beck; you mav, in fact, take the post sleigh if you wiidi, but it is better to have yonr own equipage and return when you will. You agree to pay 8 irancs and a trifling pourboire and oil' you start. You iro up and up and up, lbet on one fide of tbe gorge with the lleuss on your left, then on the other side w ith the Iieuss on your right Now the great dark mouth of tbe tunnel yawns far beiow you, while ahead stretch a long succession of zig-zags across the ever narrowing gorge, marking the post road we are to follow. The driver iets the horse go at its own will and occasionally jump out and walks to ehow what a merciful man be is to his beast At one or two points we pas massive stone snow sheds bui!tto protect the roaday from the avalanches which sometimes come rushing down the mountain sides. The angles of the zig-zjngs are so sharp that one looks askance in turning them, but the driver says bo makes the trip three times each way daily in summer with a coach full" of passengers drawn by five horses, so that m a quieting bit of intelligence. Now, we are approaching the f;reat defensive work 8 which the Swiss ederal government has recently con etructed in this wondrous gorje, itself a natural fortress. As a strategic point this pass is and has always been coniJered of great importance. At the Devil's bridge, near the head of the gorge, the French defeated the Austrians in a bard fight on the 14th of August 17W, but were themselves in turn repulsed a month later by the Bussians under Suwarrow. Just beyond the bridge we pass through th "Hole of Uri,'" a long gallery tunneled through the cliff in 1707, snd "then, leaving the dark shadow of the gorge behind, the a;r and bright sunlight of the open valley burst upon us, tbe Andermatt church spire with the village clustering about It comes suddenly into view, and we seem to te back in the midot of civilization once more. I can only add that a midwinter ride on the Gotthard railway to and from Geeschenen, with a mountain sleigh ride to Andermatt and back as an appendix thereto, makes one of the most de.ightful excursions I have ever enjoyed. Nor does it involve anv discomfort, labrorlato houi 8 cither. I left Zurich, for instance, at 9 this morning, have se n all I have described and yet can be back thero egsin before 7 th'a evening. Try it aom fine day and eee for vourelL And you needn't wa'it for a fine d"ay cither. Ten chances to one it may be rainy, or snowy or foggy when t ou start : yet bv the tim yon are half way up the mountain fide you will bo in the midst of an exhilarating sunshine. This thought carries its own moral, too. How many of us grope and linger in the fogs and discomforts of life's lowlands when, with but little effort we might find our way up the mountain side to the sunlight of a nobler existence. George I Catu. KuTtt leMrai -n elty. lWMnjrtoo Po.l MTTkat ta tha latpat uncial fad?" aVfe4 I Dingleton of a rather sharp-tonguod young woman. "Miss Milde to'd rue of a remarkable departure yesterday." "What was it?" "She etid you went home the otbsf evening at 9 :0 o'clock."

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