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HAMILTON COUNTY PEESS ONE DOLIiAB PER YEAR EN ADVANCE. DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OE HAMILTON COUNTY. J. B. ABBOWSMITH, PoUiaheB. VOL. XVI, HOPE, X, T„ SATURDAY, APRIL 27, 1889. NO. 17. LOOK! We have just received from the Metropolis a full ahd complete line of FALD GOODS and invite you to call and see our New Sfocb UDIES’ & CHILDREN’S CLOAKS, k e n ’ s , w om e n ’ s a n d CHU j DEEN’S. If I Had the Time. If I had the time to find a place And sit me down full face to face With my better self, that stands no show In my daily life that nishes so; It might be then I woula see my soul Was stumbling stiU toward the shining goal; I might be nerved by the thought sublime, If I had the time! If I had the time to let my heart Speak out and take in my life a part, To look about and to stretch a hand To a comrade quartered in no-luck land; Ah, God! If I might but just sit still And hear the note of a whip-poor-will, I think that my wish with God’s would rhym^j;,^.- '.-A - If I had the time! If I had the time to learn from you How much for conafort my word could do; And I told you then of my sudden will To kiss your feet when I did you ill— If the tears aback of the bravado ^ Could force their way and let you know— Brothers, the souk of us all would chime, If we b ^ Hie time! —JB. E. Barton in Once a Week. A DETECTIVE’S STORY. liil Dress Goods. IN a l l t h e l a t e a n d d e s i r a b l e SHADES OF HENRIETTA, TRICOT AND SEBASTOPOL. UBESS TEIMIINGS, BRAID SETS, PANELS AND GIRDLES. Foot Wear FOR GENTS, LADIES AND CHILDREN OF THE MOST DESIRABLE MAKE AND STYLES. m e n ’ s , TOUffiHS’ AND CHILDBEJrtB - SUITS, OVERCOATS, Hats and Caps, • of great variety and stafcycty. A complete isne of RUBBER GOODS. Do not wait, but yon at the coxne and be conviciced of the great bargains awaiting N. T. STOEE. One winter morning, away back in the sixties, I left the providence train at a village about thirty miles away to look fwa, man for wham I had a warrant for grand larceny. In walking from the de pot to the hotel I came across a group of women at the gate of a fine old man- won which stood txack several rods from the street. They were nervous and fear ful, The house was the residence of a Mrs. Brush afid her son, she a widow 60 years of age, and he a young man of 22. The hour was 14. o’clock, and they were alarmed because there was no stir about the house.* It known that the ■ son, James, had gone to Providence the evening -v ,waa been open fey -7 o’clock/ The milkman had been there, as also the butcher boy and a labcxrer, -bot their knocks had been unanswered. The neighbors had a t last come to have :a dreadful suspicion, and a constable had already been sent for to make an investigation. It was inimy line to be interested and to remain. When the constable came we found that we had met before, and he a ^ e d me as a favor to assist him. He was nervous' and excited, and we both had ithe same- feeling before the house was .entered. I would have bet my life that the old woman was dead, and he was. just as sure. We knocked at the kitchen door until any living per son would ihave been aroused, and then we broke-it open and entered. Every thing in the kitchen was ia order, aud the same was true of the sitting room and paxlOT. Mother and son occupied rooms up stairs. One of .the women piloted (US directly to her room. She lay on the floor in her night clothes in a pool of blood, stabbed in hve places. Foul murder had been done. The first thing was to send for the cot-oner, the next to turn every body out of doors. The murdered wo man had relatives in the town, and as soon as they got the news and reached the spot I was engaged to take, charge of the case. I telegraphed to my chief at Providence and was told to go ahead, and half an hour later I was at work. Before any persons were admitted I took the coroner and constable 'through the house to look for clues, and here is what I found: I The key of the back door was I missing. There was a heavy bolt on the inside, but the bolt was not sprung. |Therefore some one had passed out by from the out- and it showed no tracks. Conclusion: the mTirderer had raised this window as a blind, but had blundered. 3. The bureau in the old lady’s room had been overhauled, as if in search of plunder. Here and there an article showed a blood stain. The articles had been flung out in such a way that even a novice could see the idea was not plun der. A watch, several rings, a dozen gold pieces, and a roll of bank bills were in the heap. A robber would have taken them. Plunder would have been his motive and object. Conclusion: it was another blind. There were several other things, tri fling to an outsider, but having a bear ing to me, and as soon as the Coroner’s jury had been admitted to view the body I began to make inquires about the son. he soon appeared to answer for himself, having returned from Providence on the 3 o’clock train. There wasn’t a man, woman, or child in the village who had the least suspicion of him. He seemed stunned and overcome by the news, but while his demeanor satisfied all others it. looked to me as if he was playing a part. His lamentations were overdone. I ^ down with him after while and told him it would be necessary for him to ac- coimt for his own time the previous night. He appeared quite willing to do this, and stated 09-follows: “I left the house at 8 o’clock last night. Exactly at 9 I took the train for Providence. I reached there at 10.15. I went to the ------* Hotel. I was as signed to room 82. After registering I went to 240 Blank street to see a girl named Mattie Davis. She was not at home. I returned to the hotel, played two games of billiards,, and went to bed. had visited it several times in the com pany of relatives. I ' was allowed to go and come at will, and on the next day, after interviewing the watchman at the coal yard, I went to the house about the middle of the forenoon to take a last look before bringing my accusation, ■yrhile I was in ide I heard some one en ter. Off the upstairs hall was a closet into which I stepped and held the door slightly ajar. My idea was that it was young Brush, and that he Imd come alone for a purpose. He could not have known of my presence, but he came in! very quietly, and as he got to the head of the stairs, where I could see him, I saw that he ^as j)ale and nervous. He acted like one who had dreaded to come, but had. still been fenced ibo. I had overhauied. the clothing in his room, and had. searched high and low in .hopes to find the knife with which the stabbing had. been done. I was certain that he could’, not have escaped blood stains, and that, he had chaiiged at least a portion of hie clothing after committing the murder.. I w ^ there for a last search, and it Wasn’t five ininutes before I had the proofs that I had been blind. Young Brush* dared not entdr' his mother’s room. He started to, ^but backed out. . He walked up and down the hall two or three times, evidently trying to get his courage up, and then entered his own room. I gave him a couple of minutes to work,, and then left my place of concealment and tip toed to his door. A chimney ran up through his room and was fitted for a stovepipe, but the hole was stopped ug.. by an ordinary tin stopper. He had Northvllle, N. A, ROBITSHEK, Agent. ^ this door and locked 2. A hall ran through the house up stairs. At the rear end of this hall was a window, and beginning two feet be low the sill was the long sloping roof of the kitchen and woodshed. The lower sash was raised. The sash had been fastened with nails. The^e nails had been pulled out. I found one of them on the floor close to the baseboard. They could only have been pulled from the inside. The sash bore no marks of vio lence. There was snow on the roof morning. Had breakfast, strolled aboutj. had dinner, and left foDdiome at 1.45.” All this seemed straight- and reason able, and I took care to hide my sus picions. I w^ent to Providence verified his statements up to a certain point. He did call at 240 Blank street and ask to see Mattie Davis, but when told that she was out and would return within ten minutes he would not wait. Why? That was his object in going to Providence, as he admitted, and he had plenty of time. He did go up stairs with John Carew, but ten minutes after entering his room he came out again. A chambermaid saw him. She saw that he wore a different hat, or, rather, he exchanged his hat for a cap. When he went down stairs he w e n t out by the ladies’ door. In every corridor of every la i ^ hotel the help are sentinels. It is a part of their duties to watch the guests. This woman suspected and re membered young Brush. When the n i ^ t watch came on, he was told to look out and see at what hour the young man returned. A train left Providence at midnight. I hunted up the conductor who had the run that night, and he remembered tak ing up the ticket of a young man who wore a cap and sat in the smoker. The passenger had his nose in a newspaper and seemed deeply interested, although the light was very poor and it was°a strange hour to be reading the news of the day. He was sure this passenger got off at the town were the murder was committed. A train left here again for Providence at 3 o’clock in the morning. I found the conductor of that, and he remembered taking a cash fare of a young man wearing a cap, who got on at that place; remembered it more distinctly because the youno- man was curled up in the seat as if asleep or as if anxious to beat his way. I returned to Providence and interviewed the night watch at the hotel and he said the j-oung man assigned to room No. 82 came soft ly in at about 3.30 and staggered alono- as if drunk. He figured it out that the young fellow had come into the city for a lark, and had had it. The Brush house had been practically shut up since the murder, though i looked down into my eyes with a fright ened, despairing expression. Then_he made a spring for me, and as We both crashed to the' 'floor hp. .grabbed for my throat. He was desperate, and .des^ration gave him false strength, but after-a struggle of th r ^ o f lo iir minutes I had him handcuffed and help less. Then I investigated the chimney. There was a fireplace dbwn stairs, but it had been stopped up. I opened it and found the entire suit he had on when he. committed the murder. Every garmentr- was splashed a»d spotted with the^ blood of his mother. Not only the# clothes but the bloody kuife was there- It was a farmer's jack knife, with a blade large enough to prune trees. Not a -word was spoken between us until I had all this evidence. Then the young man.’ asked: “Did you suspect me from the first?’'’ “I did.” “I thought so. I was a fool to come here in the day time. I suppose the jig “I have all the proofs to convict you. ” Sitting on a chair in his own room, with the blood evidences before us, h& confessed everything and related all the-, details. While fie expressed no contri tion, he said he should plead guilty and humbly accept his fate. An hour later, ,when I had him in jail, he had decided to fight to the bitter end. He had rich and influential relatives to back him in this decision, and when the case came to trial he was actually acquitted in spite of proofs enough to convict him ten times over. The defence set up that I, as the detective in the case, could not find the real criminal, and therefore made my plans to convict young Brush- They even charged me with prepaiing- and hiding the clothes and with buying: and fixing the knife. I was denounced as a monster and a dangerous man, and many people shunned me. Six months after the verdict young Brush drowned ’ himself in a pond. It was deliberate suicide, and he left a. note behind him, reading: “I cannot longer endure' thia burden. I was cleared by the law, but I “ \ ’•derer of my mother. Conviction is R s e lf a p o w e i. '■'1
