Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 19, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 November 1897 — TEELS A GORY TALE. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

TEELS A GORY TALE.

MRS. NACK COULD NOT KEEP HER BLOODY §ECRET. Miserable Woman Reveals the Awful Mystery of How the Unfortunate Guldensuppe Was Murdered by Martiu Thorn—Must Have a New Trial. Confession of the Crime. .The trial of Martin Thorn for the murder of William Guldensuppe, begun at Long Island City, was suspended owing to the dangerous illness of Juror Magnus Larsen. The jury was discharged and a new trial ordered. Juror Larsen was taken ill and physician's called to attend him found that he was suffering from appendicitis; An operation was successfully

performed| upon the sick juror, and it is expected that he will bo able to leave his bed in two weeks. All evidence for the prosecution, ■whose case was nearly completed, will have to be introduced again, and J.Zs. Nack will be required to go on the stand and tell

her horrible story anew. The Guldensuppe (murder was committed, according to Mrs. Nack’s confession, on Friday, June 25, in a cottage rented for that purpose iii Woodside, L. I. On that, date William Guldensuppe, a Turkish bath attendant, was killed by Martin Thorn, a barber, and his rival in the. affections of Mrs. Nack. The latter was at the Woodside cottage at the tune of the murder and aided in covering up the traces of the crime. The woman confessed in the witness chair that she and Martin Thorn murdered William Guldensuppe. She related

the awful details of the crime without flinching, without a tremor. At times she even smiled as she spoke the words that doomed to the electric chair the pitiable wretch who had staked his soul for love of her. How the Deed Was Planned. Mrs. Nack told of her arrival in this country; how she left her husband and went to live with Guldensuppe. Then

she advertised for a lodger, and Thorn came. Early in June he and Guldensuppe quarreled. T hey fought, and Gu.densuppe got so much the better of it that Thorn had to go to the hospital for two weeks. Thorn camcj back, and with Mrs. Nack planned revenge. Woodside, L. 1., was selected as a good place for the

consummation of the plot. “We lured the house,” slie continued. “Thorn gave the name of Brown. Thorn said to me that I should bring Guldensuppe over, and that Guldensuppc should be killed. I went home and told Guldensuppe that he should come with me and look at a house. We left New York between 9 and 10 o’clock in the morning. We came in the ferry, and took the trolley car that passed the house. “When Guldensuppe and I got to tho house I gave Guldensuppe the key. He went in. I went to the back; then I heard a shot. Thorn came downstairs and said: ‘l’ve shot Guldensuppe. He's dead.’ I was almost dead myself. Thorn told me to go home and come baek. I got oil cloth to cover the parts of the body and went baek to the Woodside house. Thorn was there. We went over a ferry. Thorn had the head. It was wrapped in gray paper. He told me he threw if in the river. When we landed in New York we took the First avenue car. I went home. I met Thorn Thursday morning at the Thirty-fourth street ferry. We went to the house in Woodside by a trolley car. Thorn told me he had a big parcel; he could not carry it. I hired a carriage. We were not long in the house on June 26. We took the breast part and went to New York together. We took a downtown ferry. When we were crossing the ferry Thom left me. He came back and said he had thrown it overboard.

. “On Saturday I got the carriage and we went to Woodside again. Thorn told me he had a bottle of ammonia, and to clean up the blood stains. I cleaned up blood stains. I took a parcel Thom gave me and put it in the bottom of the carriage. We drove to a place where both sides was woods. Ho said: ‘This is the place where we're going to fire it down.’ We took it out and fired it down over the bank. It was dark. We drove back. I got out and went home. He delivered the carriage. I met Thorn Monday night at Twenty-third street and Ninth avenue. We had no conversation. I went home. I don’t know where he went. I did not see him again after that at all.”

MARTIN THORN.

THE WOODSIDE COTTAGE.

MRS. NACK.