Rensselaer Journal, Volume 10, Number 52, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 June 1901 — Page 7

THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY

BY RODRIGUES OTTOLENGUI,

Author of “An Artist In Crime,” “A Conflict of Evidence,” “A Modem WU*rd/’“Fla*l Proof,” Etc. OapwrigM, UM, bv O. P. Putnam'* Bom. AU right* rttervcd.

CHAPTER XVI. MBS. COOPER’S NARRATIVE. Mr. Mitchel beard Perdlta run up the broad stairway, and he readily guessed that she sought the solitude of her own chamber. A few moments later Mrs. Van Cortlandt joined him in the reception room. He was now quite anxious to get away, and therefore he made his call very brief, pretending merely to have dropped In to ascertain whether he might bring his wife in the evening with the expectation of finding the family at home. Thus he arranged a plan by which he cotlld meet Perdlta again that night without exciting suspicion as to his motive. It was after noon when Mr. Mltchel left the house, and he realized that to accomplish his full purpose he would need to be very active during the next 24 hours. He had arranged for Mrs. Cooper to meet him on the following day, but that had been merely a ruse to find a chance to question her, and now he could not wait. Consequently he returned to the old woman’s house at onpe- , Mrs, Cooper was surprised to see him again so soon, but he easily satisfied her. “I found that It would not do to wait until tomorrow to see you again, Mrs. Cooper,” said he, “as there is another affair of great Importance in which you may be bf assistance to me. In pie first place, however, let me give I you. the amount due you on your pension claim, and you may sign a receipt.” Mr. Mitchel banded her a roll of bills and wrote out a receipt, which the old woman readily signed. This he did in order to establish himself thoroughly tin her confidence. Then he continued: “I want to have a serious conversation with you now about your adopted daughter Lily. She is your adopted child, I believe?”

“Well, you might call hen so,” said Mrs. Cooper, “though I never t6ok out no regular papers. You see, she came to me in a queer sort of way. -But why should I tell you her story?” “I shall explain. I have heard it In part already. But the time has come when I must have the full details In order to save the girl herself?’ “To save the girl herself, to save my Lily! Why, what’s happened?” “Did you know that* Lily had a child?” “Lily have a child—of her own, you mean? Why, man, you’re dreamln! Lily ain’t niore’n a child herself.” * “Nevertheless she has a baby. Listen! There is no time to be lost. As I have said, she has a baby, and this baby was recently abandoned in a graveyard.” “O Lord, 0 Lord! You never mean to tell me that—her own story all over again! Oh, dear! Oh,%deai*! That&pver I should live to see this day! But tvhat could you expect? ‘What’s bred Ur the bone will come; out in the flesh,’ as the sayin goes.” “Exactly, and a saying with much wisdom in it. But you say this Is Lily’s own story over again. Do you mean she was a foundling?” “Yes, a wee little tot of a thing on my own doorstep, wrapped in a shawl. That’s how I found her one bitter cold mornin. But that ain’t the strangest part. I guess I’d better tell you the whole story from beginnin to end—that is, if you’re sure you mean-my girl no harm.”

“On the contrary, I hope that something that you may tell me may aid me to rescue her from a danger which threatens. Rely upon me and keep nothing back.” “Well, It’s 17* years ago, come Thanksglvin, when I wakes up wonderln what I had to offer up thanks for, ’cept that I was alive, and little thanks for that, with my old man burled only three weeks. Anyway, as I was born in the church and bred up to Christian ways, I drops to my knees as I slipped out of bed, and I thanks the good Lord for all his mercies, and I remember that I added somethin about beln content, though he’d took away my old man without never glvin

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me a baby to comfort me in my loneliness, for I always had a mother heart, as there’s many another as never gets no babies. I declare this world do seem crooked sometimes. But that’s aside from my story, and I s’pose you’d ruther I’d stick to that.” ‘“Yes, yes! Time is precious. But tell your story in your own way, and we shall get through all the more quickly. Go on.” “You're a gentleman with a deal of brains, now. . If I was made to stick straight to the story, I don’t doubt but What I’d leave out half you’d wish to know. Anyway I’ll do my best. So after my thanksglvin I rose up aud went to the window to let in some light. I raised up the sash to push open the blinds, and what do I see but a most suspicious looklu bundle on my steps. I say suspicious, ’cause, though I never had no babies myself, I’ve tended many’s the one, and I guessed right off that some wretch had put a baby by my door. ‘The Lord be praised,’ I says out loud, though there weren’t no one by to hear. ‘Maybe he’s heard ray prayers, after all.’ So I rushed on enough clothes to go to the door in, and I fetched in the bundle, and when I unpinned the shawl, sure enough, there was a baby, a real live baby, rosy and fat and warm In spite of the hard frost outside.” “And that was Lily?” “That was Lily, sure. I took her to my heart- that day, sir, and she’s had the biggest corner of it ever since, though nowadays maybe she don’t think so. But that’s all ’cause of the drink, which, I own, do get the best of me at times. But then what’s a lone wlddy to do, with times so hard and growin harder day by day. It’s enough to drive a saint to drink, and that’s the truth."

She wiped away a tear with the hem of her dress, which she unhesitatingly lifted for the purpose, and Mr. Mitchel, fearing that her emotion would interrupt her narrative, brought her back to the thread of her story by asking: ’ “Tell me how you came to name her Lilian Vale, Mrs. Cooper.” “Truly that was a strange part of it. I found a paper pinned to her little shirt, and on It was written Vale. As I couldn’t make out anything but a last name from that, I guessed that it must be the family name, though why they should take the trouble to tell that when they was disownln the child was more’n I could make out. But how she came to be Lilian was the strangest part of all. I was playin with the baby and havin lots of fun with her, ’cause she was Just the cutest and prettiest little angel you ever see, when there comes a message to tell me a friend of mine was dyin and would I come over. Well, I didn’t like to leave the baby by herself In my house, so I Just carried her along with me to my friend’s house. And what do you think?” “I do not know. What happened there?”

“Why, just as soon as I took the baby to her bedside and showed it to her she let out a scream you could have heard a mile off. It was her baby!” “Her baby? Impossible!” “That’s what I said when she claimed it, but she would have it she’d a right to know her own child, and I couldn’t deny her that. ’So she told me the story, and it was just another proof of the way men treats us poor downtrodden creatures. She actress when I first met her. You must know I was better off in those days. I didn’t live in no such poverty stricken neighborhood as this. I was in a good house in a good street, and so wav my poor friend. She used to go* off on long trips, and so I never thought anything If I didn’t hear from her in months. I never knew that she'd had a baby till that day when she claimed the one I thought the Lord had sent to me, nor I never had supposed she/was married, which indeed it turnedf out she wasn’t. But that day she told me the whole story—how she’d met a rich young man who was handsome and all that sort of thing. It’s always , that way, you know. They’ve always got a fine face and a long purse, and their beauty fills our hearts, while their presents blind our eyes to the wrong we do. But you know all that without my tellin it to you. It seemed she’d loved this man for three or four years, and then this little one came. She was awfully sick, and after weeks she was just gettin a bit stronger when he comes to her one night—that was the night before Thanksgivln—and he says to her in a cold blooded way, he says, ‘Alice, my girl, what’ll we do with this baby?’ And she ups and says, as brave as brass, ‘l’ll keep it.’ He starts at that, and he says, ‘But think what the world will say!’ ‘I don’t care about the world,’ she answers, ‘so long as you love me.’ Then he said the brutal words that killed her. You mark my words—that man killed that poor girl! She wasn’t more’n 18 when he met her, and she was only* 22 when she died. She paid dear for the little love he gave her. But I must tell you what he said. He took the baby from her side, and he says, ‘Let me see the little brat/ ana ne looks at it awhile, and then he says, ‘What do you call him?’ ‘lt ain’t a him,’ she says, kind of mournful, ’cause it hurt her to see the father didn’t even know about bis own

cmidi ‘xt s a 'gill* sue? wftht on. , 1 think Vtl call her Lily.' 'Why LilyT he says, with a laugh. "Cause she’s so pure and sweet,’ says the mother. 'Pure and sweet, eh?’ says the man. ‘Well, she’il lose all that as she grows big enough to understand what love .is, just as her mother did.* Now, I leave it to you, sir, did you ever hear of anything worse than that said to & woman? For a man to ruin a girl and throw her shame in her face like that when she was lyin sick—l calls it an outrage!” “And I agree with you moat heartily,” said Mr.‘ Mltehdl. “Such a man should be made to suffer.” “Oh, he will! Never you fear for that. And, look you, wouldn’t he suffer now, maybe, if he could know what you’ve told me? Didn’t he lay a curse ou that child, prophesying It would lose its puritj - ? And now she’s grown up ain’t his miserable words come true? How would he like to know that? He’d be a beast if he didn’t wince ! when he heard it. But, after all, so ! many men are beasts there’s no know- ! in.” “Go on with your story, Mrs. Cooper. What happened next?”

He just wrapped the baby up and went out with it in his arms.

“On, It got worse after that! My ; friend began to cry, and he told her to ‘shut her whimperin.’. Nice language, wasn’t it? She tried to stop cryin and was chokin back her sobs that would get out some way when he went at her again. ‘Look here!’ says he. ‘l’ve come here tonight to tell you somethin, and you may as well hear it now as later. You said you wouldn’t mind the world so long as you had my love. Well, you’ve lost my love, so that ends that! You used to be a pretty girl, but you’ve cried so much lately that your tears have washed away your good looks and my love with it. So, now that you understand that, perhaps you’ll think different about the baby. What do you say?’ My friend, she was just struck dumb, she was so stunned at what he said. But after a minute she made out to say: ‘What do you mean? What about baby?’ ‘Well, to make it short,’ he says, ‘this baby is as much mine as yours, worse luck, and I don’t mean to have it botherin me in the future. So I’m goin to take It away.’ Then she cried, and she begged, and she got out of bed and went down on her knees and prayed to him. Buf'he was stone deaf and stony hearted. He just wrapped the baby up, and, pushin her away from him, he went out with it in his arms. She fell back In a faint on the floor, and when they found her of course she was worse. And, what’s more, she never got better again. She died two days later.” “But she had seen her baby again, thanks to you, Mrs. Cooper.” “Thanks to the Almighty Father, you mean. Thanks, indeed! I never comes to a Thanksgivin now but I offer up my praise, reraemberin what happened that day, for who but the Lord led that beast of a man to my door to lay his bundle where it was best for It to lie?” “No doubt you are right,” said Mr. Mitchel. “You know what the Bible says, ‘Not a sparrow shall fall.’ ” “Indeed I do, and many’s the time Bve/thought of the selfsame words. But that’s the way the child got the "name of Lily, or Lilian, which Is the proper way of puttin It. Her own mother gave it to her.” “Strange! Her mother gave her her first name, and her father gave her her last,” said Mr. Mitchel.

“Yes. But that wasn’t his fault. And he didn’t give her his own name neither, which would have been more to his credit” “You mean that his name was not Vale?” “Indeed It wasn’t, though I didn’t know that myself for years afterward. r»M CONTINUED. J

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THE IVORY QUEEN

CHAPTER VII. DARRENT MAKES A FRESH DISCOVERT. It was the morning after the great sensational trial, and Herbert Darrent sat at his breakfast in the dining room of the Palace hotel, Norcombe. The table he bad selected was a small one by the .window, and he sat there neglecting his breakfast and moodily staring out into the street. Then he began his meaL bnt his aDDetite seemed to have deserted him. “Theatrical, theatrical; that’s all,' he mattered to himself, as if in answer to his secret thoughts. “Done for effect. ” And he drank his coffee and picked np the morning paper, only to throw it down again impatiently as the displayed headlines caught his eye: MARSDEN MUST SWING.

A Speedy Conviction the Norcombe Murderer’s Fate.

DETECTIVE DAEBENTS TRIUMPH. Dramatic Scene In Co art—Condemned Man’s Sweetheart Declares Her Belief In His Innocence Would Marry Him If He Were Free. The headlines jarred upon him. Why? The detective’s triumph 1 It was a triumph—every one said so—and yet never had he succeeded in a case that had left behind such an unsettled feeling, such a degree of uncertainty and doubt as to whether he was really right after all He could not understand it himself. Everything had seemed to be as clear as daylight, and the judge and jury—aye, the very spectators—had shared the view that his deductions had led him to form long ago—that Astray Marsden was the culprit. “All for effect,” he muttered again to himself, his mind still on the final scene in the court, with the last ray of sunlight falling full on the woman’s face as she avowed before all her unalterable belief in the innocence of Astray Marsden “Theatrical: that was all' And yet somehow he could not shake off remembrance of that final scene. Whether it was acting or not, it had made a deep impression on Herbert Darrent.

“Shouldn’t wonder if it has a good result for him; rouses sensation and sympathy, and they may get up a petition for life imprisonment. It’s a clever dodge” He called it “a dodge” to shake his own doubts, and yet he could not help feeling that there was no collusion in that last scene of all. Still, it is best to try to delnde dhe’s conscience at such times as these. Dull it, stifle it if it wants to speak and disturb that supremely happy feeling of self satisfaction that is so pleasant v to experience To be emotional in Wis nineteenth century is to be weak, or, worse than anything, old fashioned, jlf something happens in the course of cine’s daily life that is koan and painful enough to wring one’s heart, the formula is—give sympathy a stunning blow and call the whole thing “a dodge” and then go on •with life exactly as before. Yes; that is the wiser, the better and very frequently the cheaper way. It’s only a dodge; that’s all. Pass on and forget it. Having stigmatized the dramatic denouement of the trial as “a dodge” in sufficiently stern a voice to frighten away, for the time being at any rate, all his inner promptings, Darrent picked up the paper again and began reading an editorial—the trial again, of course. It was headed “The American Lecoq, ” and it set forth with abundant praise the ability, the zeal, the acumen, of one Herbert Darrent, detective—set it forth in such a florid high flown style that the subject of these commendations would have flushed, except that his inner self had not yet recovered from the stunning blow that had been dealt it by modern cynicism. Then the article went on to refer to the emotional scene at the conclusion of the trial

“Astra nger scene,” it remarked, “it has never been our lot to witness. ” And Darrent, startled from his habitual composure, jumped to his feet, with an exclamation of surprise. Perhaps the compositor engaged upon setting up that editorial had been carried away by the sensationalism of the trial or perhaps by something else, but in setting that line he had made a peculiar mistake, which had been passed by the proofreader and now appeared in every issue of that day’s paper. He had misplaced the spacing which should have made the division between the words “A” and “stranger,” and the sentence which had so startled Herbert Darrent read, “Astra nger scene it has never been onr lot to witness. ” The second combination of letters, “nger,” might have been a portion of a cryptogram, it was so meaningless. The first, “Astra, ” had a meaning for Darrent that set his brain wildly at work and caused a heavy feeling at his heart. It was a strange coincidence that the editorial on the trial should contain such a glaring error. Emotional people would have called it “the finger of Providence, ’ ’ but of course it was not. It was simply the error of a compositor who perhaps had had too much to drink or at any rate was not at the instant thinking of what he was doing. Let ns account for all things natural-

A Detective Story Of a Gfaic*co SeborA The l Murder at The Qraage aad Hew ► Its Mystery Wic Solved by DirreaLtW Aaerlcae Lecoq.

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ly lr we can. we abominate superstition in the nineteenth century and really never care to discuss “the finger of Providence” at all “A —s —t —r —*— A stranger, “ Darrent muttered. “Suppose .old Muryiap died before he could write what he intended tol Suppose another second of life wonld have altered all things l Why did not the defense think of that? Astray Marsden quarreled with Josiah and left him. A third person entered, and that person was the one who committed the deed. Josiah Marsden, dying afid alone, remembered. Something warned him that Astray would* be accused, and he wrote what he intended should prove his innocence. No (me can say what were the exact words he intended to write. ‘I am dying, murdered by a strange man, who forced hia way into the house ’ It might have been that, it might have been anything after the word 'strange.' the word in the writing of which and before he could complete it death overtook him, and his very handwriting condemned the man whom he had tried to save ” The more Darrent thought the mors moody became his reflections. Was it possible he had blundered ? Was it possible that the man now under sentence of death was only the victim of a series of circumstantial incidents that he had so cleverly put together? He turned ■ to finish the breakfast that he had neglected, but all inclination for food had vanished, and hp pushed his plate aside and stared out of the window again, and, as he gazed, there continually dinned in his ears one sentence: “Suppose you’ve been, mistaken! Snpposs you’ve been mistaken!” The repetition grew simply maddening. He could bear it no longer; ha would retest every theory; he would retrace his steps, go right back to the beginning, follow every clew from a different standpoint and see where it led him—see if there was anything, no matter how minute, that he had overlooked. He turned to the newspaper once more, and as he glanced down the columns a chess diagram caught his eye, the usual weekly problem, “White I to play and mate in two moves. ” In an instant Darrent's mind was alert on a new scent.

So easy had been the trail that he had followed, so clearly had it pointed to the guilt of Astray Marsden, that he had quite overlooked the robbery of the chessmen. They had seemed to have no real connection with the actual murder, and they had slipped from his memory. Now, and it came forcibly back to him, he had better try to trace them and find what bearing they had upon the case. He recalled how he had built up a theory that if he could only find those chessmen he would be very near achieving mate upon the murderer’s game What step should he take* now? He somehow could not disabuse his mind of the uneasy feeling that had possessed it—that perhaps he had put the hemp round an innocent man’s neck, and in a few weeks' time, unless he proved himself to have been wrong, to have followed a bad theory to a false end, the noose might be drawn and Astray Marsden gone beyond recalL He went up stairs to his room and took from his bag the odd pawn and the piece of tissue paper containing the chip of ivory, this new clews. It was a big, manly task Darrent was going to enter upon, because if he proved that the conclusions he had already arrived at were false and that all along he had followed a false scent he wrote for himself and his lauded ability an awful denunciation. If, on the other hand, he only confirmed his first theory, there was nothing further to go on working for beyond self satisfaction and contentment Was it worth while, after all? he pondered. Why not let things take their course ? He stepped out into the street and paused, irresolute, for a few moments. Then, suddenly making up his mind, he walked rapidly to the railway station and took the train for Bideford. He had decided that the first new step he must pursue was to ascertain from Ethel Kingston anything he conld as to the real relationship between Astray Marsden and the murdered man and, further, what were the grounds upon which old Marsden had forbidden the marriage of Astray with her. Perhaps in that very refusal of consent to the alliance there might be something that would lead him on a fresh scent, something that would dull or satisfy that aching that had taken possession of his mind, that would allay the haunting fear that perhaps, after au, he was-wrong. When Darrent reached Bideford, he experienced but little trouble in finding the abode of Ethel Kingston, for noon

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a tiny burnished plate on a door in High street be read the name and underneath the word “Milliner.” How. wondered Darrent, as he stood awaiting an answer to his knock, would he find the woman who had taken that unrehearsed part in the dramatic scene at the trial? Would she hr prostrated with grief and refuse to see him. or would she upbraid and assail him for having so steadfastly pursued and convicted the man she loved, the man whom she believed to be innocent and whom, if he were bnt free, she had sworn before all men she would marry ? While Darrent turned these possibilities over in his mind the door was opened by the girl herself, who could ill conceal a start of astonishment as he raised his hat

“Yon have come from him?” she queried. “Yes,” answered Darrent as he accepted her invitation to enter. “I have come. Miss Kingston. ” he continued, “because today I do not feel quite so satisfied as I have been all along about the guilt of Astray Marsden. ” “And yet if is due to yon, and yon alone, that he is condemned.” “I only did what was my duty. 1 only pieced together facts, and the jury decided upon those facts. Today I come to you because I feel that one of those very facts is weakened, and its weakness weakens the whole chain. ” “Pray go on It is life and death to him—to me. ” Darrent took a seat beside her and drew from his pocket the paper that he had been reading that morning and said “Miss Kingston, when Astray Marsden asked you in court if yon believed bimkguilty and yon answered *N6;' when he asked yon if yon would marry him if he were free and you answered ‘Yes, ’ it for the moment lessened my belief in his guilt, but when I again reviewed all the facts that shadowy feeling of doubt vanished, and I was as sure as ever of that guilt I slept well last night, a sleep undisturbed by any dreams torturing me that I might have helped to condemn an innocent man.

He took from hit bag the odd pawn. but this morning I felt depressed, and when I opened this paper, out of your very words of yesterday, out of the very episode that had momentarily ahekart my confidence in his guilt, had grown another incident that, unsuperstitioua as 1 am, seemed nothing short of a miraculous coincidence. If you had not spoken yesterday, these words that I am going to show you now would never have been written, the mistake could not have occurred, and it. might never have entered my mind that justice had perhaps miscarried. ” He placed the paper on the table and pointed to the editorial with the misplaced space, “Astra nger scene it has never been our lot to witness. ” For some moments Ethel Kingston could scarcely master her emotion as she gazed at the printed lines, and, sinking back into her seat, she covered her face with her handa Darrent waited until she had in some measure regained her composure and then, speaking very quietly, said: “Miss Kingston, I have already told you I’m not a. superstitious man, and I don’t believe in signs and omens, but this accident or coincidence—call it what you will—has weakened my belief in myself and has determined me to retest this case in every detail, to follow again every clew, and see if I can find anywhere where the chain is faulty, &ny single instance where I have erred, where I have assumed too much or have allowed too little. ” A thankful look lightened her face for a moment as she answered: >'«•- “Oh, if it only is so—if you, who have no painstakingly followed the clews to this awful end, should find some other evidence that should prove him innocent I Oh, merciful heaven, it must be proved! He is innocent—he is innocent !’’ J (MR OOKTUiOItD. J

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MEAT MARKET Moody & Roth, --- >t> t-O f’KKVISTON HKOh iiKMrt' rt. -, K 1 All d'-OLifi- 1 d.»»r • **•■!. of Odd K< ll.iw t»ul film. Kv- ryililinr 'nwli mi . rinan, Km-wii.u nail menu., bulofbt. etc. Please gireusa call and w« w II .uarantee to give y., u a.ill* faction. None but good cattle killed. Remember the place. Highest marked prl.-e paid for hldea and tallow.

RBAL ESTATE, LOANS, ETC. 1 1 ■ ■■ " "mm J. F. Irwim. 8. C. UMrm IRWIN A IRWIN, Successors to Warren A Irwin, Real Estate, Abstracts and Collections, Farm Loans and Fire . Insurance. Office Odd Fellows Building. -iiv.-ji,’ 1,1"' 1 ■' :■ -lil-jlx' PHYSICIANB AND SURGEONS. DR E. C. ENGLISH, Physician - and - Surgeon, Office over P. O. Office 177. Kenaselaer led Besideace IK. UP"Both night and day calls will be glvea prompt attention. Da. S. C. Johnson Physician and kurgeon, Office and Residence over Porter A Yeoman's. ’Phonb Mt RENSSELAER, - - INDIANA. I. B. & I. M. WASHBURN, Physioians St Surgeons, Dr. IB Washburn will give special attention to Diseases of the Eye, Ear, Noee,Throat and Chronic Diseases. He also tests eysk for glasses. Office up-stalrs, over Bills A Murray’s store. Telephone No. AS. DENTIST. NeighDr. Horton’s Dental Parlors Ask her what she thinks of the SET OF TEETH he made for her. She will tell you they were the best that can be pro uced by any dentist. Then turn and askjyour other neighbor about the $5.00 60LD CROWN he made for her. and the reply will be the same. You can’t turn ’round without meeting some one who Is his patient. Any of them will tell you how much they like hts modern, up-to-date methods, J. W. HORTON, Opposite Court House. H. L. Brown, D. D. S. ®*W rUUnmm, Cream mud Brides. PFwrk. Trrth H itheut Elate* « tesV laity. Gas or vltillsed air administered for the painless extraction of teeth. Give me a trial. Office over Meyer's Drug Store.

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