Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1870-09-09

of a gentleman who saw her at Vslpa-
raiso, and he describes her as blonde U
am the oppos,te) with q cold, blue eye
and hard, inexpensive face" s...i = 4
II oil flashed upon me in a moment
This was the.wofflat of the forged cheque,
and John Barrett's wife As rapidly as
could went through the story to Mrs.
Graham. 'H "a t'r, .u9trIt
Twhy,p she said, "you are valuable
evidence in working up our case. But
what is the use nowf The rogue, as well
as the property, is gone" -
True enough, the story was all out, but
too late. John Barrett had been the
forger of that chedue, the woman
only the presenter The woman / saw
upon the road that night was she-rthe
one the next evening only a changeling
wearing the same clothes. John Barrett
had known Of Ephraim PenEypacker's
habits of boarding, and doubtless knew
that somewhere he had the money he had
withdrawn from the bank, but after the
old mans death had been unable to find
it. He knew of Lydis's flight out of the
country, and where she was, and so de-
termined on the plot he had so success
fully worked. But there was another
point which until this moment had never
crossed my miud. Might he not have
murdered the old man the more quickly
to Consummate his work. The thought
made me shiver, but the fact was possible,
nay probable. He had committed almost
every crime but murders why not muir
der too? @
All this Lydia and 1 canvassed, brt,
alas too late.
And now come to the mention of a
strange psychological fact-something for
81. - fnn
with brain 30 full of this revived memory
that could not even find room in it for
Katie Esrnshaw, spent at her house.
The parlor was brilliantly lighted the
bell rang, there was step in the entry
that made me start, the door opened and
John Barrett stepped into the room.
started TO my feet, horror stricken. There
he stood before me, as plainly as on the
day we had last met, nothing changed but
by the years that had been added and the
brQwner tint Of the skin.
John barrett, and yet Waripg de Lille
| Before this moment had tot seen one
trace of the first about him: now could
see nothing of the last. l stood there
| transfixed, even after all others were
seated, wondering whether retained my
senses, or whether they had left me under
the excitement of the day. For an hour
remained gazing at the man and won.
dering; and then, commencing myself
for the presence of mind that had with
held me from denouncing him on the
spot, withdrew.
That night could not sleep until 1
had seen Lydia, and early the next
morning we met at her lawyers. 1t did
not take long to find two able detectives
to make up party of five, including Mrs.
Graham and her attorney, to call upon
Mr.. Wsring de Lille at his hotel. As we
followed the waiter into his room won
dered, now that / saw him again by day
| light, how could ever have thought that
| he was anybody but John Barrett, though
Lydia declared to me aiterward that her
heart fell as she entered his room, for
she saw not the first point of resem.
blance.
1t was short work. / came upon him
promptly and boldly, accused him of theft,
forgery and murder, asserted that the
proof was all prepared, produced Lydia,
and extorted the confession that his wife
was still alive. In less than two hours 1
was on my way to New York to receive
an assignment of property sufficient to
cover Mrs. Graham's entire demand, with
interest to date
don't think that left Mr. John Barrett
much with which to join his charming
wife.
Lydia insisted upon showing her graft
| tude by becoming special partner in my
business, which was the first cause of my
making money.
And that's the way came to marry
Katie acknowledgement Magazine.