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A Narrow Escape. Tlie Pctectlre's Story. I AM about to rolato began tho dotoo tive police oflicer my first professional experience, remaps, however, l should call it an amnteur rather than professional experience, for I was not then a member of the forco, and took bold of the case merely becauso it had intorestod mo deeply. It was my success in this case and the repu tation it gavo mo that afterward decided mo in the choice of our really glorious profession. One evening the papers wore full of a horrible murdor. Tho parties concerned wore first-class poople, and, of course, tho affair made quito a stir. The circumstan ces, as briefly as I can stato them, were as follows : Michaol Howe, tho murdered man, was a wealthy merchant, fifty years old, or thereabouts. His nearest relative was a beautiful neice, Miss Ellon IIowo, who lived with him, aud would, it was under stood, inherit his property. People ac quainted with tho family wero aware that Mr. Howo was of a narrow and tyrannical disposition, and though ho loved the girl well and spared no expouse to gratify her, yet was often very harsh and cruel to her. Ellen was not only dependent upon her undo for support, but she bad it seems contrary to his expressed wishes engagod herself to a young bank clerk as poor as herself. This young man, Ellis by name, was really a very fino follow, with an unspot ted reputation. Old Howo had, in years past had business rotations with Ellis' father, aud had, it was said, been the cause of his ruin and suicide. However this may havo becu it was certain that Michael Howe entertained feelings of the most violent hatred toward tho young man himself, and had repeated ly aud in tho most abusive language for bidden his holding any communication with Miss Howe. Ellis, on bis part, cor dially detested tho undo ; but ho loved the niece, and determined to marry her, iu spite of her guardian, and upon tho night of the murder ho had called to tell him so. The interview between Michael Howe and Frederick Ellis no human eye had witnessed. All that was known of it was gathered from tho account given by the young man himself. Strange to say, this account though it positively denied all knowledge of tho murder was fatally dam aging to the young man's case. Ho had, he said, called on Mr. Howe about ten o'clock in tho evening. At first ho was refused admittance ; but as bo was turn ing away, the merchant himself came out of the library and told him to come in, saying they might as well have it out then as any other time. They wont into tho library, aud as tho servant, also testified, the key was turned and the two remained together until everybody in the house had retired. The only additional testimony given by the servant was that in going around short while after to fasten up tho house she hoard loud tones in the library and had paused at the door to listen. The words she caught woro few. She bod heard the younger man stop in his walk up and down the room, and say, excited ly, " By Heaven, you lie, sir 1 My father never did that ; and were you not an old man and Ellen's uncle, I . would kill you this instant for saying so." Then she bad heard tho old man get up front his chair and move toward tho door, and she had hurried away up stairs. Ellis acknowledged the words and a great many more quite as violent. He had been with the old man an hour, he said. Ho had at once announced his determination to marry Ellen Howe at all hazards, but he once more asked permission to do so. Mr. Howe laughed at him, calling hiiu names he did not care to repeat, and Anal ly taunted bim with the crime and dis graceful death of his father. Then the young man, stung almost to madness, had used the words testified to by the servant, The old man had gone to tho door, but only to see that it was secure. He did not seem to have auy fear for himself, but still went on with bis taunts. . Finally be said, ." Young man, we have had hard words enough. I worked your father's ruin aye, and drove him to bis disgrace ful death, aud I glory in it. But that not all. I bate you as I hated bim, and I will work your ruin, too. You shall not hang yourself oh, no ; but the sheriff shall do it for you. ' I shall see you banged see you with these eyes I and thousands of others shall see Frederick Ellis, son of the renowned forger, Gerald Ellis, hung by tho neck until he is dead. Yes. I shall see it, sir, I shall see it ; and maybe your fath er, the man that robbed me of my love years ago, will look down and enjoy the sight with me." Fairly beside himself with' rago at this horrible abuse, young Ellis (still tolling the story himself) bad drawn his revol ver, started forward, and fire J. The ball had grazed the old man's tcmplo, makln slight flesh wouud only, Ellis bad cocked the revolver again, when suddenly better impulse seized bim, and he laid it on the table. "For God's sake, Mr, Howe," ho Raid, " take this yourself or I shall be a murderer," and then bad hur ried out still fearful of his self control. After this he remembered walking up and down tho pavement for a long while ; and finally at what hour he knew not, going homo to his boarding houso. Bo much for the young man's evidonco, iven voluntarily after ho had heard of tho murder, and with an air that a guil ty man could hardly have assumed. When asked why ho persisted in giving an account so damaging to himself, ho aid that ho could not speak aught but the truth, oven if it brought him to the gallows. Tho old man hnd boon missing early tho J next morning. Blood-stains wore found all about the library, and a peculiar smell filled tho room, though tho servant found tho window wido open. The fire in the grato had gone out, but there woro traces about it of burned clothing recognized as that formorly worn by the deceased. Also a ring of his, only partially molted, was found in the ashes. HLill more thor ough search revealed tho charred remnants of a human skeleton at tho bottom of tho well a short distance from tho library win dow. In short, Michael Howe had evidently been murdered, and a terrible chain of cir cumstantial evidence connected Fredorick Ellis with tbo tlocd. It was not then a day of long trials and evasions of tho law. Tbo accused was tried at onco, convicted almost without a plea in his own defense for ho could urge nothing but his previ ous good character and sentenced in one month's time. Now comes my connection with the sto ry. 1 first saw tho prisoner in court on the day of his conviction, and I was strangely drawn to him by bis fearless bearing under such fearful circumstances, and the sorrowful yet unflinching manner in which he received his sentence 'When asked If ho had anything to say why ho should not die, ho repeated : " Only this, that I am but one more of tho many victims of circumstantial evi dence." I was young thon aud believed in human nature. I said to myself as I left the court room. "No ono can conviuco me that that man is a murderer." That night I got together all the print ed accounts of the trial, and went careful ly over every atom of the testimony. It was all reliable, and seemed to absolutely prove Ellis guilty. Yet I felt positively certain that he was innocent. I could have wagered my lifo that ho was tho soul of truth and honor. Yet it was that his own tostimony was true, and that was the most damaging of all. One sentence of tho murdered man struck me as peculiar. " Mark my words, young man, I shall see you banged 1" Strange prophecy 1 Could tho old man havo had some prcsontiment that Fredorick Ellis would so soon be sentenced to the gallows ? But ho bad said, too, " I shall'soe it with theso eyes." And Michaol Howe was a man of his word after all. Did he mean ho would look down with bis evil eyes aud view the transaction from the other world ? A now thought struck me. Might there not be some hidden meaning iu bis words ? Half-true thoy were certain likoly to be. Might thoy not prove wholly? Was it positively certain that a murder had been committed? Was Mr. Howe beyond all doubt passed from tho land of the living? I did not believe it ! The next day I called upon Miss Howe. She was in deep black and quite broken down with grief, I explained, as well as I could my suspicions and theory as to the murder, and she blossed me for the hope I brought her. She was rich but her lover must be saved if it took all. No expense must be spared ; all was in my bands. I loft her with a firm determination to prove Frederick Ellis innocent in spite of fato. It was of no use to fight the evi dence. I went through it all once more, examined the premises, the ring, the char red bones, but these told no story. If there bad been a murder, Fredorick Ellis was the guilty man. If he was innocent, Mr. Howe was alive. I must find him If I would save the prisoner ; and I must find him withiu a month. But bow? I bad no olue whatever to his whereabouts. If he had gone away, be bad left no traces. I spared no expense, on all the railroads, to every part of the United States. I even dispatched a mes senger to Liverpool, though for reasons of my own I did not believe that Michael Howe bad left the country. I advertised for information concerning a man oi hi description. I worked night and day my self. Alas I all of no avail. Day trod upon the heel of day, the second week followed the first, the third followed the second, and now it was the first of Maroh, and Ellis to be hung on the third. Miss Howe was not despondent though. But I, though I had now given up all hope of finding my man in his place of biding, still I indulged in one forlorn bope which I had communicated to no one. He bad said : " I will see you banged with my own eyes," and Michael Howe was notoriously a man of bis word. His sole passion was revenge, and thus far his scheme bod been perfect. 1 was mistaken in the man, or be would be present to taste the sweets of that revenge to the last. He would be In town on tho third of March, and I should meet him at tho gallows. The moro I thought of it tho more sanguine I be came. At nine o'clock on the morning of the second, almost exactly twenty-four hours before tho timo appointed for the execu tion, I received a telegram which very much raised my hopes. It was dated at B , and was from Snow, tho most skillful detective in my employ. It road simply thus : " I think I havo my man. He is moving your way. Watch cvory train from here." I Jook out no warrant, told no man of my plans ; but I was present at tho arrival oi cvory train and narrowly observed every passenger. No reward crowned my ef forts, however, until tho eight A. M. train on tho third. I saw Snow got off tbo car. I caught bis eyes as he stepped to the platform, but ho put his fingers to his lips and sauntered across to where a decrepit old lady, whose whito hair con trasted strongly with tho deep black sbo wore, was being assisted into a carriage. Her face was covered from sight by a thick veil. Snow lingered long enough to hear the directions she gavo the driver ; then drivou off, ho camo over to whore I was waiting. "Well, Snow," I said, onxiously, "How is it V" "That's tho party," and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the do parting carriage. " What, that old woman iu black? " Eggsactly." I looked at him in astonishment. Then, as I began to understand I was seized with a sudden terror lest the man should es cape " But he will slip through our fingers nftor all," I cried. " No fear of that, sir. He's going straight to jail. I saw bim pull out a pass to tho execution and read it over on tho train last night, and I just heard him di rect the backman to drive to street." I held Out my hand. " Snow, you're a brick !" "Oh, I've done my part, Bir. But after all, I was only the legs, aud did the run ning about. You were the bead and managed tho brain-work. It was the prcttiost piece of calculating I evor saw. your reckoning ho would happen 'round to sco tho hanging. You'd be an honor to tho force, sir." We took a hack and drove to the pris on yard, and wo entered. Most of thoso who had a right to be there were already present, and among them the woman iu black. The prisoner would bo led forth from his coll in a few momonts now. . lie was already bidding Miss Howe farewell. She, it is hardly necessary to say, still believed firmly in bis innoconce. Should we wait until the final moment? It would be much more sensational, but hardly as hit- mau. No, we would end the torriblo tragedy at once. "Snow, I whispered, "you are sure of your mau ?" "Just as sure as I am of myself 1" " Then arrest him." Snow stepped forward and placed his hand on the supposed woman's shoulder. She started. " Michael Howe, you are my prisoner, The old man sprang up, and would have gaiuod the door, but I was upon the watch and held him fast while Snow placed the irons on his bands. In the struggle the thick veil was torn aside, revealing the closely shaven features of Michael Howe and here on his right tcmplo was a blood- rod furrow mado by the passage of Ellis' ball on that eventful night. To describe the wonder of the crowd and of the city, or the wild happiness of Miss Howe and the joy of the condemned man at tbis sudden denouement, is as need loss as it Is impossible. The story, of course, ends here. Old Howe was committed at once, but escaped the law by banging himself to wiudow bar. His scheme of vengeance was perfect, indeed ; but be carried it little too far. Ho died without a will, and the vouuer peoplo were married at once, and have long been enjoying his wealth. Snow mado a good thing of it, and they have naturally looked upon me as a friend of the family ever since. I was so tickled at my success that I concluded to try the dotective profession for a living, and I been moderately successful at it evor since, though never more so than in my first case. tW young lady writing to the Church Union, wishes to know if there is any wrong in a gentleman, to whom she is en gaged, calling on ber on Sunday evenings and if they attend church, is it right for him to come In after returning, or go im mediately home? Mr. Beeeher's reply : " It is certainly right for bim to go immediately home If be wants to. As to his coming in why not? When you are married you will hardly turn your husband out of doors on Sunday evening. Why shut him out now ? One of the uses of Sunday is the enjoy mout of the society of frieuds. Christ eveu dined in company on the Jewish Sabbath.' X3T An Iowa editor bad branded his contemporary as a "mangy dog a disgrace to bis own floos." For the Illnomnold Times. Remembrances. Boated in a School House, some time ago, and glancing up at the wall, our eyes fell upon these words written in chalk : Hcmembor me, when this you see. Hku- uiiN." When the subscriber to tnat wrote it, he was a more boy. But where is he now ? His home Is in the far-off Territory of Colorado. Little did he think whon he wrote thoso words, that hundreds of tho ising generation, as they entered that School House would read those words, and not know tho writer of them; that he would ro soon aftorwavds take up his abodo in a istant land. Thoy stand thore as a ro- mombranco of bim, by those who were his '.uool-mntes In former years. What scones they recall as we read them I What joyful, as well as sad ineidonts thoy bring to our remembrance 1 The "Reuben" above has three brothers and one sister living In that western Territory. His father and mother live in Kansas, whilo two sisters and one brother live in this Stato, and one ten miles from here. What a separation in ono family !' Many of these we have not seen for years, and never expect to see them altogether at ono timo again. We were a school-mate of " Hen ben " nnd his brothers many years. We saw him writing tho abovo on tho wall, little thinking that alter years, as wo looked unon it to think of him, as one in a far-offland, scpa-, iitcd by high mountains, deep valloys,wide plains and broad rivers. Thore, Mr. Edi tor, aro " remembrances of long ago," it seems these memories are wafted to us on the passing breezes, bringing with it some happy, as well as some sad scenes of the past. Lord March and his " Dowdy." The second Duke of Richmond, ono of tho Lords of the Bedchamber to Gcorgo II, was married, whilo yet a boy, to Lady Cadogan, daughter of the Lord Cadogau ho, as a cavalry officer, distinguished imsclf so much in tho Duke of Marl borough's wars. This marriage was mado to cancel a gambling debt, the young eoplo's consent having been the last thing thought of. Lord March was sent for from school, and the young lady from bot her nursery ; a clergyman was in attend ance, aud thoy were told that they wore immediately to bo man aud wifo ! The young lady is not reported to havo uttered a word, the young gentleman exclaimed, 'They aro surely not going to marry mo to that dowdy !" The ceremony, how ever, took place ; a post-chaiso was ready at the door, and Lord March was imme diately packed off with his tutor to make tho "grand tour," while his young wife was returning to the caro of her mother, a Dutch woman, daughter of William Mun- ter,- counsellor of the courts of Holland. After some years spent abroad, Lord March returned, a well educated, handsome young mau, but with no very agrceablo recollections of his wifo. Wherefore, in stead of at once seeking his own home, he wont directly to tho opera or theatre, where ho amusod himself between tho acts in examining the company. Ho had not been long occupied in this manner when a very young and beautiful woman more es pecially struck his fancy, and, turning to a gentleman beside him, he asked who the lady was. ' " xou must bo a stranger in London, replied tho gentleman, " not to know the toast of tho town, tho beautiful Ladv March 1" Agreeably surprised at this intelligence, Lord March proceeded to the box, announ ced himself aud claimed his brido, the very dowdy whom he had so scornfully rejected some years before but afterwards lived so happily with that she died of a broken heart within the year of his decease, which took place at Oodalming, in Surivy, in August, 1750. A Murderer 80 Years Old. A miser of 80 years named Wattiaux, a wealthy land owner, bas been convicted iu England of tho manslaughter of his own son. rue indictment charged murder. The prisoner, from avarice, gave no prop erty either to bis son or daughter when they were married. The son separated from his wifo, and, reduced by drunken ness to a state approaching imbecility, came back to his father's bouse, demand ing food and sheltor. He was allowed to sleep in au outhouse upon some bay, with sacks for blankets. One evening when the son came to the bouse to ask for some thing to eat, the father told him to go away altogether. An altercation ensued, and the old mau, whose defence is that be was threatened with a knife, drew his pistol and shot the son dead. One of the ques tions put by the presiding judge, with a view of showing premeditation, was wheth er be bad not endeavored to close the wound, so as to bide it from observation. The answer, going beyond anything Moliere imagined to put into the mouth of the miser Harpagon, was: "Oh, I only diiL that to prevent the blood from spoiling his' shirt." The octogenarian assassin was sentenced to four years' imprisonment. A Liquor Speculation. A speculator has victimized several Lew istown, Me., liquor dealers by selling them what purported to be 10-gallon kegs aud a pint of rum in a bottle was fastened in side with the neck close to the faucet, so that the purchaser could test the liquor. tW Indiana judges stand no nonsense from the bar. A lawyer there lately In the coutse of his argument used the word "dis paragement." " Stop using Latin words," ' said the judge, or " sit down." The poor lawyer, undertaking to explain, was ruth lessly fined f 30 for contempt.
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