The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1877-03-21
cell, where a Times reporter visited him at

which the hair hung down in long locks,
the black and the gray together, looking
like an unsailed mast against leaden sky,
walked up to the bars, and raising his right
arm, shook his skeleton finger in the air and
said. 'lf he is dead, then is justice
avenged" Then the old man flor he Is 81
years of age) contioued, in q voice that COM
mencsd to tremble as he began to realize
what he had done; He has gone to meet
his God, and l will meet him there in judg
ment TO testify against him. He seduced
my wife, and D.. has gone where he will
never be in that business again" Then he
walked away like man in search of
thought
Turning and coming back, he contin-
ued, "l don't want to make any more
statement tn you, / have told you that |
killed him. If you want to find out any
more you can go to No. 696 State street She
can tell a good deal if she will. l have
nothing more to say"
Jones was your friend7"
Yes; he was my friend, 70 my face. But
he was the hypocrite at the same time; he
robbed me of my wife
How long have you known JonesT
81 knew him too long"
when did you first learn that he was in
innate with your wife2"
ii told you diun't want to talk about
that"
did Jones turn you out of the building1"
IL won't say"
Ibid you have a scuffie in the shooting2"
"Isonly know i shot him"
''HOw long have you lived here1"
Il have been here, off and on-let ME see
over two years. / went to the Dakota terri
tory and my wife came after. She returned
to Chicago, and then | came"
THE WOMAN WHO CAUSED THE TROUBLE.
figure paced the cell, approaching the graf
ings and gazing through them with half
dazed expression, now and then, and then
turning back and walking to the rear ex-
treme of the gloomy apartment.
AS she approached the door of the cell
during one of those brief pedestrian tours,
the Times reporter addressed word or two
TO her. She paused and asked what he
wanted, and upon being informed sat down
on a bench near the cell door. The light
which penetrated the windows OF the cell
basement was dim, and the gas had
not yet been lighted. But the re-
porter could discern by its small aid that
Mrs. Pike was a woman described, in
point of hair and complexion, by the term
blonde" with fulL restless eyes, a rather
prominent nose, good teeth, and withal
progressing. She was tidily dressed in a
black alpaca suit, wore rather Jaunty drab
hat and feather and a blue scarf which suit
ed we'll the light &C or of her hair and COM
plexion. A shawl was loosely thrown over
her shoulders. She was agitated i'm man
ner as might be expected in one thrown so
suddenly into sucl position. AT times
daring the conversation her voice was
choked with sobs, and tears filled her eyes,
and her hands clasped themselves convul-
sively. At such times it was with difficulty
that she could be induced to proceed with
her story, and her information was, there
fore, of disjointed and fragmentary char
acter Several times, indeed, she almost
broke down under the overwhelming tide of
her feelings, and the hardest heart could
not have looked upon the spectacle un-
moved.
"0h, could not have come here; would
have died had | known the truth" she
calculated, with great feeling.
did they deceive you as to the facts?'
asked the reporter.
Yes, yes; they never told me he was
dead. They never told me that my husband
is murderer. Oh, it does not seem posi-
BILE. | am bewildered, stupe6ed with the
horrible thought"
"You were requested to come here as a
witness, suppose"
Yes The officer who came to my house
told me the captain of police at this station
wished 20 see me about a paper of some
kind, and that my husband and Mr.. Jones
had bad some difficulty, but it was not
serious. Oh, never dreamed of thisi It's
horriblel horriblel horribleI Why, when j
sit here and think of it, it seems like q
frightful nightmare. l can't realize it.
Should GO to the building now / should ex-
pect to see Mr.. Jones just as saw him last
No one could make me believe that he was
dead. 1t seems impossible. 1t can't be true
Oh. my God! it can't be true. Oh, what a
horrible thingl What dreadful place thu:
is. Do you think they will keep me hereg
she asked earnestly.
You are detained as a witness; you will
probably be released after the coroner's in
quest"
"Oh, hope will; / should die here" she
exclaimed.
What are the causes which led to this un
fortunate AFFAIR."
"Oh, can scarcely tell you. don't wan
to say anything. / can't say anything.
am almost crazy now, and l don't want tc
talk about It,"
But you will be obliged to tell the story
at the coroner's inquest"
Twill Ig'
Yes, to be sure have heard that your
husband was jealous of Mr.. Jones He
says that he killed him because Mr.. Jone:
robbed him of your affection. Is thai
true2'
YES"
did Mr.. Jones seek to estrange you and
your husband?'
Eyes. He wanted me to leave Mr.. Pike. y
when did you first become acquainted
with Mr.. Jones?'
about year and half ago."
where were you living them
I'VE lived at No. $50 State street. Mr.
Jones and my husband were great friends
They thought everything of each other
Why, have heard Mr.. Jones tell my hus
band that he would do anything in the
world for him. They had known each 9TH
er for good many years and were very init
mate. Mr.. Jones used to come to the house
very often and became acquainted with
him in that way. Ny husband introduced
me to him."
Did you and your husband live unhap.
pily2 Was it for that reason that YOU formed