Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1858-07-17

Crane the gardener; and the extraordinary
fact that the murder should have been known
to either Of them at that early hour OF the
evening, struck everybody upon Mr.. Ma
skell, keen man Of the law, it made strong
impression. Who could have known it, hours
before he was found, save those concerned IN
the deed 2" argued Mr.. Maskell. Very true,
said the village, but Crane and his wife are
above suspicion, and so-of course-ls Mr
Yorke. This must be siGted, concluded Mr.
Maskell and ! shall take care that all three
are summoned before the coroner.
Ere the day, Friday, was over, the murder
ers OF the farmer were in custody two men,
Of whose guilt there was not shadow OF
doubt. The spoil taken from Mr.. Lcuth was
found upon them, and there were other
proofs, which need not be entered into, since
that is not the murder with which we are
most concerned. But these two men had
done their deed, and were already mile or
two on their fight, leaving the village behind
them las was proved) at the very hour Mr..
Janson was with Mrs. Y Yorke, giving positive
proof that they were not concerned in his
death. The inquest was fixed for Monday
the coroner being unable to hold it sooner,
and poor Nj. Janson lay in his own house
the outside of which presented a scene Of
hustle night and day, inasmuch as it was re-
who stood there for hours on the stretch, ga
zng at its closely curtained windows. TO
wards evening, on the Saturday, their perse.
veranee was gratifynely rewarded by wit
Messing the arrival Of Mr.. Jansons mother,
who had been summoned from Il distance.
She took up her abode at the sorroNful house,
although several neighborly offers to receive
her were made aid the delighted crowd Of
stationary gazers was forthwith doubled.
Now the reader cannot fail to perceive
that suspicion lay fearrully strong upon MIR.
Yorke. His Jealousy Of his wife and Mr..
Jansou supplied the motive Jealousy for
which there was no foundation save in his
own distorted mind; and certain attendant
circumstances known to Mrs. Eorkei we're
fraught with suspicion. His staying out that
night. saying be lost his "ay IN the fog, his
stealing up stairs in the dark when he came
home and the complete changing Of his
clothes, and worse, worse than all, his prem
aturely- proclaimed Knowledge of the murder.
Mrs. Yorke heard of the opinion expressed
by the surgeons, that a gun had probably
been used to infict the blowa, and she shiv.
cred as she listened Did her husband bring
home his She could not tell. Neither
could she arrive al any satisfactory conclu-
sion as to the clothes he wore, whether they
were put away in cCncealment or whether
they we're amongst those banging openly in
the closet, for Mr.. Y orke was an eXtravogant
man in the matter Of wearing apparel and
possessed oeveral suits for outdoor sports
Cn the Sunday morning, though Mrs.
Yorke rose to breakfast, she excused herself
from going to chnrch. She said she was not
sufficiently well: and perhaps it was no false
plea, for she looked very i'll. Mr.. Yorke
however, went, accompanied by Miss lIar
disty and Henry Yorke. When they were
gone, Mrs. Yorke entered ker bedroom and
locked herself in. A desperate determiua-
tion was on her face, the index to that which
had settled on her mind: her dreadful fears,
her uncertainties, were hard 10 bear day and
night they were as one living agony : and
now that the house was free from interrup
tion, she would search and find or not find,
proofs The gun. That was the point: had
he thrown it away us he came home that
night stained with his crime, or had he
| brought it home with him and concealed il :?
| A gun appeared as usual in the customary
| place .bGt-was il the gun he had taken out
| with him, or the other one, which he might
have reached from the gun.case and put
| there The gun.case vas fast, and she had
no means Of ascertaining
! There was an old.mshioned piece OF furh.
! ture, half bureau, half chest, in the bedroom
| black with age, ard very long. Mr.. Yorke
| had laughed when this caught his eye Oh
! their taking possession Of the house. why,
| it's long enough" said he, in a joking way,
ito put a coffin in" He had appropriated it
| to himself for his private use, aud this was
the plague.spot Of dread to Mrs. Sorke if
the gun was in the house concealed it was
there.
She had been to .hn box of tools, and by
dint OF eXerton she COntrvcd TO bring the
bureau from the wall. Her intention vas
to break in the back, satisfy herself and then
replace the furniture. Knock, knock ham
mer hammer Two servants were at homo (;
the rest at church; Charlotte was in the
nursery, the cook in the kitchen. Whether
they heard the noise, or, hearing il, what
they might think, Mrs Yorke did not stop
to inquire her resolution was desperate.
| She persevered, and at length the wood was
stove in. Not space enough yet, but she
/ soon made il so.
| Alas she did not require second glauce.
On the very top OF all, quite at the back lay
the gun, broken. How many pieces she did
not count she could not have touched them
| for the whole world they we're wet, as if
they had been soaked in water for the pur-
pose of washing, and they lay on suit of
wet shooting clothes: had be got into a pool
as he came home that night, to wash away
| tracesf Probably. Mrs. Yorke staggered
away and sat down, pale and sick. Beyond
all doubt, her husband was Edward JansOns
murderer.
Again she dragged rp her shaking limbs,
and leaving everything as she found it, pushed
the bureau back to its place. The first time
her husband opened il, he would see the hole,
and detect what she had done. She cared
not henceforth, there was little that she
would care for 10 life She took up the heavy
hammer and tho chsel, and was concealng
them under her black silk apron, lest she
should be met going down stairs on her way
to the tool. box, when quick knock came TO
the door right in front OF her. 1t startled
! her into a scream, which she could not have
prevented had her life depended on it.
"Please, maam, It's only me-" said the
cooks voice. And what Mrs. Yorke au-
swered was mystery to herself, but the SER
want rejoined:
Its stranger, ma'am, asking to see you
directly, aud won't take no denial"
With a CHASTITY face and frame that
shook from head to foot, Mrs. Yorke opened
ore Of her drawers, and shut up the hammer
and chisel. Then she unlocked the door, and
the cook stepped inside.
Its a strange lady who wants TO see you
she---why, ma'am, what the matter. Arn't
you we'll y
"one Of my sick headaches" murmnred
Mrs. Yorke. "A visitor, did you sayf ! am
not well enough 70 SEQ apy one. Go and say