The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1876-01-06

oOou as she discovered IDaI ner nus Da00 |
was not dead, but had simply fed be- !
cause he was suspected of having COM !
mitted murder, became most anxious |
to defeat the efforts of the police toward |
accomplishing his arrest, and TO save |
him at all hazards. She probably did
not believe in his guilt, and was so
desperately in love with him that |
she most likely would have still at
tempted to save him from the halter,
even if she had thought in her own
heart that he was a murderer. She felt
sure, from his great affection for her,
that he would attempt to return to Ba-
den, in order to see her, and as her
house was watched by the police, she
determined to prevent his doing so IN
any case. Personals, it seems, are very
old institutions-much older than
American newspaper men would be-
lieve Mrs. Marx had been in the habit
of calling her husband by the endeaTS
ing pet name of "Joserl," and she in
serted the following advertisement in
the Wiener-Zeitung, a paper which she
knew he read wherever he was:
IOSERI.-Don't return in any case. You are
u in great danger. Go as far as you can, but
write 70 me so that may follow you.
LITTLE DOVE.
Little Dove" was a pet name by
which he was always wont to call her.
Austrian detectives are sharp, however,
and stringent orders had been issued
that every letter addressed to Mrs. Marx
should be handed to the Police Director.
Not long after this "personal' appear
ed a letter bearing the postmark of
Paris, addressed to her, was captured.
Sure enough, it was from him, and read
as follows:
Ny DARLING WIFE: read the advertise
ment in the Wiener Zeitung with heart
| full of reverent gratitude for my dearest,
best wife. Thank God! you love me still;
you believe L am innocent. | am here in
perfect safety, and for fear that this letter
may be captured by the police, will not
state my address. But if you can follow me
hither shall indeed be grateful. / inclose
you 500 gulden, which will pay all expenses.
Write TO me and let me know where to meet
YOU within the borders of France, for dare
not go beyond, and l will be there.
thousand thanks for your love. From yours
| ever lovingly JOSEF.
p. S.-My address is simply "Jean Bah
tiste Schneider, Poste Restante, Paris
The Police Director, after reading
this letter, sealed it up again in so deX-
ferrous a manner that it would have
been impossible to say it had been
opened, and let it reach its rightful des-
tination. At the same time he gave or
ders to intercept any letters addressed
as above, and soon enough her answer
was captured, announcing that she
would leave Immediately and meet him
in Strasburg, at the Southern Railway
! Station. Poor woman! little did she
know that in the coupe behind her, all
the way from Vienna to Strasburg, sat
two Austrian detectives with the hand
cuffs in their pockets with which they
| intended to shackle him. At the rail
way station, upon her arrival, he was
already there waiting for her, and as
she alighted from the coupe she threw
herself Historically into his arms. Alas
her dream of reunited love was to be
cruelty dispelled, for the detectives
stepped forth, separated them quietly,
and fastened the handouts upon his
wrists in an instant. 1t was heart
rending scene. She tainted away and
fell on the ground, while he, speeches.
and almost paralyzed with surprise and
terror, had to be borne away by main
force.
Marks return to Vienna, together
with his wife, was the sensational event
of the year. At the railroad depot an
enormous crowd was waiting to see the
alleged murderer of the golden haired
woman found poisoned in the trunk,
and it was with considerable difficulty
that he was conveyed to the prison.
Marx still sto1tly asserted his innocence,
but accident, which unvails so many
mysteries, meanwhile played the
victory in the hands of the
police. A woman, poor and ignorant,
called upon the Police Director to inform
him of the mysterious disappearance of
Mrs. Wollner, who lived in an Out-Of-
the-way street of one of the remOtest
suburbs of Vienna, and was her next
door neighbor. She said that there
must be some foul play in this affair, as
Wollner, her husband, disappeared soon
after his wife, and told her and other
neighbors that his wife had gone away
to her sister in Linz. This woman, hav-
ing occasion to visit Linz, made it her
business to hunt up Mrs. Wollner's sis
ter, who declared that she had not seen
|
describe the missing woman she sup
piled a description corresponding exact
" to that of the golden-haired female
whose corpse was found in the trunk
The Police Director was not little
startled by this strange discovery, and
Immediately insisted upon having Woll-
ner described to him. The popularity
of both their appearance left no doubt
as to the real facts. Wollner and Marx
were the same person, and had lived
with these two deluded women as their
husband! The woman (who was too
ignorant to have read the newspaper
articles which might have sooner led to
the revelation of the mystery was con-
fronted with Marx in the prison, and
identified him as WOllner.
1t was now useless for Wollnerto still
proclaim his innocence. At that time
it was the custom to employ semi-in-
quisitorial means of wringing a confess
sion from prisoner against whom the
testimony seemed clear. For instance,
the prisoner would be shut up in a dark
cell and perhaps at midnight he would
be reused by the clanking of the door
chains and by the glare of lamps, and
see the magistrate before him summon
ing him gravely to tell the truth. This
highly dramatic measure was resorted
to in this case, and with complete sue
cess. Marx, who was a craven at heart,
fell on his knees and tremblingly con-
fessed that his other wife, with whom
he had lived under the name of Woll-
ner, had suspected him of his duplicity
and followed him on one occasion to
Baden. She had threatened to surren-
der him to the authorities on the charge
of bigamy if he did not promise to
abandon his Baden wife, and as she was
already fond of him he soothed her ire
with the promise to do so. A terrible
battle then ragged in his heart. He loved
both women, he said, but he felt that
he must sacrifice one of them. Finally
his greater love of his Baden wife, who
had been the mother of his two chill
} dren, overcame his affection for the
} other, and to put her out of the way he
determined to poison her. He admin
istered the fatal drug in cup of chOco-
late. and how he endpavOred tO disDOSe