The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-05-14

now, thought i, g for another siege
with John Rivers. But strange to say
ne dad not come near me for more than
Fan hour. did not see him at all during
hthat time, and thought he had left the
a0all5room, though Twas not not sure, as
figure resembling his.
Finally, he approached me just as the
i party was breaking up, and offered his
/ tsefFices as an escort home. I could do
nothing else than accept, as the dancers
were rapidly dispensing. To nv sur
prise and satisfaction, he did not make
love to me- on my way home, and we
separated with simple good night.
s.s.1 went to bed, and slept soundly. But,
oh, what waking the next morning /
Geohrey murdered his poor, maneled
body and white face being gazed upon
by hundreds of curious eyes and. more
than all, my brother accused of doing
the deedi
/ AS the people passed through the
streets, I heard their shouts and mutter-
ings, and Philips name was often dis
tinguishable. s'What are they ravine
about him a'' thought T. All Of sud.
den, Mrs. Gambee, my landlady, rushed
| into my room.
"Oh, Miss Corydon l'' she exclaimed.
what do you suppose they are saving
| about your brother? They have found
something terrible m his room, and they
think he killed poor Mr.. Armstrong
Oh, mercy what have I said? Don't
look at me so!''
did not faint, but think must have
fastened my eyes on Mrs. Gambee with
strange expression, for she appeared to
be IN great terror lest she had done harm
by telling me the news SO suddenly.
was nearly stunned They had found
something in his room, had they. that
led them to think he had done the MUIR
der! These words / repeated to myself
number of times; and finally, without
speaking to Mrs. Gambee, or paving her
any more attention than If she had not
been there, I put on my things and
started FOR Philips residence.
had a vague idea that some one tried
to stop me; but went on, regardless of
any attempted interruption, and walked
swiftly through the streets, my face
closely veiled. But few recognized me,
l believe; and they gave me wide berth,
not caring, probably, to touch the gar
ments of a murderer's sister
L soon arrived at Philips boarding
place. A. dozen ragged urchins had col
lected In front of the door, and were dis
cussing the murder with childish wisdom
and garruity. I assembled the steps and
Knocked TREMENDOUSLY. A man-seryant
opened the door.
Is Mr.. Corydon in?" asked.
No, miss, - he answered grinning.
DO you know where he is 9''
NO, miss; nobody knows where he |
Is. He keeps himself scarce, now, he
does
:" What do you mean2 am his sister.
They have not gone so far as to arrest
him, have they 20
g Oh, you're his sister, are youa TIM
sorry for that. No, they haven't ar
rested him, for the reason that they can't
find him.
Cannot find him?" echoed; sswhy
can they not find him ?''
;, Cause, miss, he's run away replied
the servant
&c do not believe it, !" exclaimed. in
Ilgnantly. stHe did not do the deed.
he .e would not run away. Let me go to
lis room"
'.Thig way, ma'am. There's an officer
here. You'll have to ask him.
II went upstairs. An officer guarded
he door of Philips room, and would not
ct me enter. I begged. He was firm.
It's my duty, ma am, said he. The
resident of the United States could NOT ,
% in there now.
saw it was of no use to plead. and sat j
own at the head of the stairs to think. II
% think Oh, what misery there is in !
alnking! Thought has driven me mad.
could never think again. what a com.
1rt it would be- !
After sitting there for some time. r f
as aroused by hubbub below. Bows Q
ere screaming, and there was a sound
wheels approaching. Il
something Is up" said the officer Il h
nd he strained his neck to look oI,t of h
le window, but did not desert his post. a
The vehicle stopped in front Of the Il
ouse, the front door opened, and Philip
me bounding up the stairs r
What under heavens is the matter 90 Is
cried. What does this crowd mean.
I'd these people following me s'' h,
On, Philip r 1 cried, springing to
m; you did not do it, did YOU ~ -
OF Do what 2" N e
An officer burst in at the door inst =. =
en-. he advanced to my brother. ~
~ arrest you, Philip Corydon, for the II,
lrder of Geofrey Armstrong !'' - -,
At that moment tainted. and can re. sn
smber no more. I was Ill for six weeks
,se OF the time in ravinp deIiriI1no 1.A
u Oh what became of my brother
ave preserved newspaper with an Sc
,ount of his trial, and the report T he ne
We is truthful. th
sss,zsl ssss THE TRIAL. dit
: -. - AA1eA - = MP OOEyQOH TOOK place
.ed1ly. It was very exciting. and also no
her lengthy, occupying about three nat
z's time IA the court, a suumar-v - an
ems taken from the newspaper found ms
ong Esther's documents. ha]
The counsel for the prosecution nra-
ted the following points for
. Geofrey Armstrong had been ronr-
ed onsthe night of the 28th of SEN pes
sshot.sss5 @ 1gs yss ont
Philip Qorydon had been seen NV 70
srai persons, the evening before yol
'cling for Armstrong. Once he ha9 pri
g 70 the lake shore, the place wI,ere s 4
body had been found. i.7sS~ Ha
CQrydon hed left town late ON. tba. cri;,
ut of the murder; and the next morn Z
. knife and cap had been found n q :
room, stained with blood. tii9y,
1twAs knowm that CorytIon ser;;onslv do
scted g to. the contemplated marriage iect
lls sister to Armstrong; and on 4Res !.
1ing he was searching for Armstrong .s.n
manner betrayed Excitement and aeSl- -. :
-. s. - on
AOctor Brown was called, and testifiafi ami
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