The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1877-03-20
THE MURDERED FREE LOVER
4 run CONFESSION BY THE WIFE or
THE 1SSISSIN
How Jones Won her Affections with
Healthy Magnetism Poem by the Free
Lover TO ~ Son Unborn-A Solemn Oath.

Foo, he c1irso Ti'tne
The following is Mrs. Pixies complete con-
fcssion taken by Pike at her dictation. This is
the only confession she ever made. and bears
on It's face sad evidence Of Pixies state Of mind
when he wrote IL. for many OF the words are
broken or blurred:
1T il true. William all I hnvc told you. and
much more. God knows il il true. am sorry
II Ia true. wish IL waa not go, cannot tell
you how il came about. never Intended H.. |
wiz, drawn on. I was nattrrcd. | WIS iniatu-
nted. was scduccd. had no thought II would
end thus. II seems like u terrible dream but
il istrue; God KNOWS i Is ruc; una eau nm
blame. William. you know how kind he seemed
to both Of us when we FIRST went there To- live |
did not stop to consider why he was 10 much
absent than when
He made excuses TO call at my room several
times daily during your absence. 10 inquire II
The room was comfortable. BE-; Expressed him
self much Interested in my manuscript and my
talents IA u writer; expressed "a desire and will
ingness to aid me in coming before the public,
either as a writer or n public speaker. He said
he had tho means. and could and would do SO.
Ho said the first thing was TO surround me
with a healthy magnetism: invited me 20 his
office because II was warmer than my room;
would lock the door so that we might not ne
disturbed. and after sitting before me. holding
my hands and look INK into my eyes Tor length
of time. he would ask me - sit beside MIN at ,
other hand In mine, throwing anewrpaper IN
my lap SO that could seem to DO reading II any
never once thought while sitting thus that
he Intended any wrong ! thouiht ne was the
His treatment OF me nj this time seemed only q
fatherly solictudc for my welfare, and gradu-
all came TO ENJOY his society very much ! was
overpowcred 10y him and could not resist his
influence. When he commenced drawing mo
into his lap | made an EFFORT to- escape. hut he
held me back and kissed me. and to mo not 10
he alarmed. that he meant M ne harm-that
there was nothing wrong IN his loving me, Tor
he could not help 1t; that he loved me better
than any woman ho ever met, and that he knew
the first time he saw me that would some timo
tall him that | loved him. lie said that on tho
might when first he saw me. about year before,
while in the book room talking about the pub
fishing Of my book. he kept looking at me and
think ing TO himself. Just rs sure as shal some
day diu shall some day hold that woman in my
arms. and make her tell me that she loves mo.
| felt quite sure that he would never do it, ind
told him 80. although had at this time no sus-
picion Of wrong motive.
" He told me that he meant nothing wrong
that he was not living with any woman told
him, believed in perfect cllasi ~, that was my
n marriage. Sometimes | had lived subject,
and sometimes above il; that ! did not
think any man living had the power TO fore ma
TO accept 4. condition below II. | thought Ii.
really loved me. and meant me no harm.
| To be. He said no would like 10 bring me out
before the world in literary capacity; that b.
was .abe TO do so; that | had mission, u
! it, He said he assisted Mrs Robinson into hei
! work, which waa grcat success and that Id
! would ike me 10 D"'ofne acquainted WIN ntf.
We agreed 10 sit alone In the circle room
every day when you were out and no one was In
| the office. He said TINT his magnetism woult
! give me strength and develop my mental condi
ton. He cnme down to my room mornings ~
! soon as h. heard you so out, and then woull
10 up stairs with him, and he would hold mo il
his In most ~ the time and Kiss me-. H. rot :,
| that he would kiss me moro than 2D0 times In
| single day. | really thought that needed hii
| friendship aud nothing more. When though
| he wis too familiar | resisted him. and We ha,
| n little quarrel. Then lac told me that he mean
| no harm. and We were better friends than be-
fore. One day in looking over my papers for
short poem for the Journal. he read this one: