The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-03-07
Thrilling Incident.


and Of distinguished social position,
one night mysteriously disappeared.
His family were in intense distress,
and his business in consequence dis
ordered. He left his store at a late
hour, ostensibly TO 60 home; but be-
fore going, contrary to his usual prae-
tice, put into his pocket a large sum
Of money.
His way led along Peters Street, on
the bank Of the river, but far down in
the third district of the city. His life
may have been sacrificed and his
body thrown into the flood that rolled
at his feet. Police regulations at that
time were bad, and crimes Of this de-
scriptiOn were not unfrequently per-
petrated. A little way back from the
street was a FuinOus building, half
tumbllng to decay, and inhabited bya
number Of people, men and women
Injured to vice and living by robbery.
Among the bank notes Mr.. Crosby
was known to possess was one for $500
with the word "Canali written on
the back. The rest were OF various
denominations, and without peculiar
identity.
Mr.. L and myself visited the resi-
dence Of the missing man, at the re-
quest Of mis- wife, and by her we were
charged with the duty of tracing out
and bringing to justice his supposed
murderers. She was q tall, elegant
looking lady, Commanding presence
and great culture. The wealth Of her
rich beauty and fine mind was in
herited by her daughter, a girl scarcely
twenty. The terrible bereavment had
pRralyZed the senses of the mother,
but had aroused the energy and fire Of
the young girls nature. More like a
beautiful Nemesis than an ordinary
woman she appeared to US.
As we entered the room she was in
the act Of cOnsoling the mother. The
long black hair had escaped from its
confinement and had almost en-
veloped her person in its ebony tresses.
The great luminous eyes were fearful
but flashing and full of fire. The face
was dark with the blood of her Span
ish race, but the figure was queenly,
slender and ifaultless as a model.
Starting up as we entered the room
she inquired very hastily, amost fierce
ly, I thought.
"Are you the detectives?';
1--WE are" and I mentioned our
names.
81 must speak to you in private, y
she said, and led the way to an sdjoin-
ing apartment.
"What do you think Of the natter"
she asked, when out of hearing Of her
mother.
'tAs yet an opinion would be mere
guess-work,n I replied.
Nevertheless I have come to one.
I have no doubt he was murdered, and
that the deed was committed some-
where near the old ruinous building
near the river"
''Some such. idea has, crossed my
mind, but there is no trace as yet
which can lead to the proof of it"
1--WE will find itOut, rest assured, !" " she
said, "and 20 this end YOU must CO.
operate with me; and now listen to
what l have to say. Tonight at
twelve o'clock precisely do you two
visit the old building. Twill be there.
Ask for the young woman who
applied at nightfall to them for shelter.
Let your object be, apparently, to
arrest her,"
HBut I do not understand"
"But you will. I am going there at
dark, disguised as a beggar girl. BY
the time your have come my fnfor-
nation will have been collected -
81 will read the criminals secret,n
she said, "If the criminal is there, how
ever deep in his heart he may bury
it."
Strange as it may appear, made
no attempt to dissuade her from her
purpose. I could not. / felt as if the
beautiful creature exercised over me
a magnetic control.
Those acquainted with the city at
this period can form some idea of the
danger Of the plot we had formed. To
Us twas a matter of daily occurrence.
But for the young girl, inexperienced
and tenderly nursed, to thrust herself
into the very house of the unscru-
pulous and desperate wretches who
were suspected of this crime, was
simply appalling. It would not do,
however, to 60 the place before the
hour appointed for our coming, for
that would defeat the object in view.
It was therefore with many a mis-
giving and uneasiness but poorly con-
cealed, we bided our time. But we
determined to be there at the yerv
moment, and the clock was on the
stroke Of midnight when we knocked
at the door. The outside of the house
gave no signs of life within. The
shutters were securely fastened, and no
ray Of light penetrated the darkness,
but muf1ed sound of voices reached
our eers, our knocks hushed them to 4
a whisper. There was q nIomentary
hesitation, as If cOunseling together. /
and then the door vas opened wide.
II was a long room, dusty, and |
brown from age. About dozen per-
sons were seated around, but eyerv |
eye was turned to the door. Two men |
had risen to their feet and stood In an |
which might mean defense,
before the fireplace; but the object /
that attracted our attention, was a |
young girl sitting in the corner of The /
apartment. Her face was as dark as
} gypsy's, and the long hair hungl
loose on her shoulders; her dress was
J poor material, ragged and unelean.
Patches and rents had almost changed |
ts hue and disguised its texture. She i
seemed too thinly clad for that cold 1
night and her slender frame shivered
IS If from cold as the chill air from the
open door swept in.
"What 90 you want? ?" was the
Itern question addressed to US by one
Of the men at the fire. Before I had
.lme to reply, the girl sprang to her
.eet and spoke instead: ARREST these
men ~ Her voice was low, but her
ace flashing OE the light Of the fire,
vas that of the Nemesis I had seen
hat day.
There was short fierce struggle,
IND the men were in our power. The
yirl then walked to place in the floor.
md touching a concealed spring lifted
! trap door. She bade Mr.. I. lift the
Iox that lay in the hiding place. The
Id was wrenched of, and in it were
he Old merchants money, papers and
loeket-book. With the money was
ound the bill with the word "canaI'
written across its back. It was not
ong before the men confessed their
.rlme. The old man had been muir
Tered and his body thrown into the
liver.
The daughter accomplished her mis-
non. She carried out her design and
raced to their hiding places the proofs
d the murderers' crime. 1t is useless
% state what followed. Long wears
nave ned since then, and the Nemesis
yet among the living. Beautiful
till there are many hearts to grow
slad at her smile and share with her
he joy Of the home she charms. /
A soldier lay dying in the hospitaI
4 visitor asked him,-"What Church
IRE you of ?" 'The Church of Christ.n
le replied. / mean, Of what persus-
ion are you?" then inquired the vis-
tor. Persuasion" said the dying
nan, as his eyes looked heayenward,
oeaming with love to the Savior
Pm persuaded that neither death,
Tor life, nor angels, nor principalities, |
ior powers, nor things present, nor
llIgs 70 come. nor heighth or depth,
LOT allV nrFnr farnafrTro shall ha oh1a |