Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1871-03-30
A Visit TO a Jail.

A Visit TO a Jail.
A correspondent writing to the New
York Herald, from cleveland. gives al
account of visit to Cuyahoga County
Ohio Jail, in which he narrates the fol
lowing particulars of an interview will
Jennie Droz, who is there confined await
ing trial for the shooting of Major Juliu
Fisk, former resident of Brandon.
After giving an account of his visit t,
Shallenberg, who is under sentence o
death for the murder Of his wife, he con
tinues-
"Next, sir ?' asks the obliging keeper
"Where now ?"
"The young girl that shot and killed
Major Julius Fisk, the landlord of tht
Club House, at Rocky River, at the out
skirts of Cleaveland, Thursday, February
10th last,
JENNIE DROz."
"This way, sir" and am led to the fe
male department and ushered into Jen.
MES day sitting,ro 1t is large room
the choice locality of the Jail. Hel
brother is with her, having obtained per
mission from kind-hearted Sheriff Frazet
to call upon her. Both rise ss we enter
Jenuie, with grace that astonishes me
and "a rude stool is placed before US, with
That's all I can offer, sir" Brother and
sister! She
CHARGED WITH MURDER!
Can that pale face, that sleuder form
nerve her spirit to snch dreadful deed
L look into the blue eyes and think that
some desperate fury, some great wrong
must have been committed before she sent
the soul of her seducer-a giant in ply.
siQue-into eternity.
Ask me not what the maiden feels
Left in that dreadful hour alone;
Per'hance her reason stoop3 and reels,
PerChance a courage not ber own
Braees her m nd to desperate tone.
FIowerpots stand in the lefthand cor.
ner of the cell the floor is as clean as
sand and scrubbing can make il, yet the
room is desolate aud lonely.
"How do you spend y our time, jennie ?
| asked, as she stops converting with her
brother and picks up book.
81 read and sew, sew and read,
AND II1Nh, SIX
This book find quite entertaining; it is
from the Cleveland Public Library; the
title is Bound Down, or Life and its
Possibilities They are very kind in
furnishing me Teading matter"
How long, Jennie, have you been
here ?"
"Ovcr three weeks, and it will be four
weeks Tomorrow night when won't it,
brother?'
Yes"
1t is four weeks tonight when this girl,
sm4rting under the wrongs of a
MAIDEN BETRAYED,
honor gone and body diseased by her be.
trAver. that she stepped into a gun store
on Superior street, this city, and bought a
single harreled pistol. Thence she wen,
TO livery stable on Bank street and on
credit obtained horse and buggy. AT
half-past eight o'clock she arrived at the
Cliff Hnnse and sought an audience with
Major Fix, whom many are pleased to saw
was q "cnIrteNus gentleman" At half.
past nine o'clock she had found Fisk, and
after an interview of some duration, the
man with the "luxnriaut whiskers" was
found
GASPING HIS LAST BREATH,
while the young woman found her buggy
and drove to the city. At twenty minutes
10 twelve o'clock she reappeared at the
livery stable and the man in charge of the
place, noticing something singular in her
appearance and that she had made no at
tempt to alight, asked her the reason.
The answer came strangely. ~ wonder if
the NJ -ior is dead ?" Major who ~ but
to this there was no reply. He then helped
her out of the buggy, and as she sat down
in the Office remarked,
''I FEEL so STRANGELY"
She then took pistol from her pocket
and asked if the ball had gone, moaning
at times as if she was in the greatest men
tai agony, and occasionally looking abont
with frightened stare. Payment was re-
quested for the horse and buggy, when
her pocket book was handed to the hostlar,
who found one cent and two receipted
physicians bills therein. The man at the
stable kept the pistol as security. but af
surrendered it to the police. The
girl then walked to her boarding house
and went to her room.
Her arrest was effected soon that night,
and she was
PERFECTLY CALM
when the officer found her. In palliation
of her offense she said that Fisk had ru-
ined her, had given her a loathsome dis
ease, and, driven from friends and home,
she had asked for pecuniary aid but he
had refused, spurned and scorned her.
Then she had shot him.
Such is the story of the alleged crime
of the girl before me. Certainly her man
ner, her tone, her actions and the little
ripping laugh brought to her lips by an
observation this ins ant repel the feeling
that she is a murderess. Better, perhaps,
the man she killed had murdered her.
Now she looks up and asks, as her hair
falls over her face.
''Is there anything more that l can say,
sir ?'
mo, thank you," and bade the little
girl farewell that in ten weeks will be
TRIED FOR MURDER.
She has the sympathies of hundreds who
are familiar with the case even of those
who fe | that such passions and self-wills
should be placed beyond the prying Curl
osity of censorious world
"Must brother go, too?" che asked ap-
pealingly of the keeper, as we were leav-
ing.
Jailors have hearts, or at least my
friend has one, and he answered, "Wby,
bless you, Jennie, no." Brother and
sister again sat down thankfully, and our
steps are turned to another alleged MUIR
derer's CELL
ANNA DICKINSON. - Anna Dickinson
explains, in letter to a disappointed