The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1876-11-10
dition that 1 would forget my presump-

ululOn Unhu WOulu lOrgeu my presuinp-
tuous fancy.
"Why,' said he, 'Clara has more
for pin-money than your salary And
then, after informing me that would
no longer be received at his house, he
told me to return to my desk. Nothing
unusual occurred during the day until
| Just before we closed, when we received
an unusually large cash deposit. As
was on the point of leaving the bank
Mr.. Richards called me and said /:
"Here is package containing
SO, 900, 1 wish you to take to Mr.. Martin,
cashier of the City Bank of C.. You
can explain about our vaults not being
any too secure, and apologize for COM
ing at such an unreasonable hour, and
ask him as q personal favor to me to re-
ceive the funds on deposit. Take re-
ceipt and return in the morning you
can take the o'clock train this even
ing
/! ''I had little money on deposit at
our bank, and, having q payment due
on my life insurance in G., I drew
800 and thought 1 would pay that be-
fore 1 returned. 1 took the package
containing the $4,000, and, after receiv-
ing some money for my expenses, i
started. 1 arrived at my destination
about half-past o'clock, and went di-
rectly to Mr.. Martins house, but found
that he had gone up town, and later was
going to the theater. Whereupon L
sought the principal hotel, thinking L
might see him there, but was disap-
pointed here and there. L walked
around where / thought / would be
most likely to meet him, until about
half-past s, and then returned to the
hotel, took supper, and engaged a
room, to which went. sat down and
read the evening paper until half-past
10, when 1 started for Mr.. Martins
house. AS 1 came down stairs and
opened the door, burly fellow touched
me on the shoulder, and whispered
"'I arrest you for the robbery of the
Farmers Bank of k, and the mur-
der of Mr.. Richards.
"He then placed the handouts on me
and escorted me here. And now have
told you all know about my case, and
so help me God it is the truth. My name
is Howard Burton; have no parents"
This is the substance of what Howard
Burton related to me, on that Christmas
eve, in his cell in the Jail at G.. /
had not interrupted him during his reci-
tai, but had listened attentively to every
word. 1 was much interested in the
young man, who was about my own age,
and who felt was innocent of the hor-
rible crime with which he was charged.
1 remained with him until long after
midnight, and then, charging him to
converse with no one on the subject of
the murder, 1 left him. 1 knew moth
ing of the circumstances of the murder
as yet, but the next day, being Christ
mas, thought would 60 to K-and
learn what could, as 1 knew my client
would not be examined that day, but
was sure he would next. Justice was
then much swifter than now. On my
arrival at K-I went directly to the
bank, and found two or three detectives
there, and some of the officers of the
bank. Nothing had been moved except
the body of the murdered man. He was
found lying on the floor with his skull
crushed and his throat cut from ear to
ear. Some of the drawers had been RI
fled, but aside from this there was moth
ing to indicate erobbery. There was missing
from the safe nine thousand dollars, but
the locks afforded no evidence of having
been tampered with. / found that be-
lief in Burton's guilt was quite general.
1 proceeded to look around to see some
indication of violence being used, but
the locks of the safes and vaults were in
perfect order. There was window in
the Presidents Office that looked out in
to narrow passage that divided the
bank building from a lawyers office. 1t
was securely guarded by an iron grating,
and felt that the assassin entered the
bank in the usual manner, namely,
through the door. There was no trace
of the assassin and robber, as 1 said, but
felt that the accused man, my client,
was innocent of the terrible crime of
which he was accused. The cashier had
gone to G., and lodged formal COM
plant against Howard Burton, and the
examination would be held the follow
ing day.
/ stood at the window in the Pres
ident's Office, staring vacantly out, hard
at work thinking; when my eye noticed
on the sash of the window of the law
yer's Office just across the passage way
little scrap of paper with the word
"Paint" written on it. A suggestive
thought flashed through my mind as 1
walked out of the bank and stepped into
the law Office next door. / was slightly
acquainted with its occupant, who vel
coined me and invited me to seat. We
talked of the frightful occurrence of the
previous night for some time, and at
length said, rising to go:
$50 you have been painting little,
Mr.. Harris2"
"Yes, sir; did you observe my new
sign9 Kelley, the painter, has young
German working for him who is really
an artist. He did all the work here,
and it is worth almost what he charges
to have Fritz Vogel's presence in the
Office. He is witty, original Dutch
man"
"When was the painting done9"
asked.
"All done yesterday-be careful of
your coat"
/ babe Mr.. Harris good day and left
his Office.
1 had learned who painted that win
dow, which was just what / most wanted
to learn, without asking leading ques-
ton, or letting Mr.. Harris know 1 was
interested in Mr.. Richards murder any
a.