The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1878-10-02
THE CURSE OF A CENTURY.
Thrilling Story of Crime Perpetra-
ted in New York City Eighty
Years Ago.
Sad Fate of n Reignfng Manhattan Belle
Murdered by Her Lover The
Anaihema ofa Quaker Friend
What Says the Record.

New York Correspondence Chicago Times.l
Public attention has of late been directed
toward Green and Wooster streets These
thoroughfares, always notorious and rarely
safe for the belated pedestrian, were raided
by the police few days since and number
of alleged women are, as consequence, now
resident on the island. This episode OF met
ropslitaR criminal history was duly chroni-
cled by the Times in its telegraphic columns
and might have excited only languld and
transient interest were il not for the fact
that, despite the raid and its apparently
good results. several people have since wan
dered out from the glare and glitter of
Broadway, and having once entered these
dimly lighted haunts of vice are not yet re-
turned to detail their experience. Nor is it
probable they will ever return. The brief
uEimaginative report of some officer men
Gons that since such an hour on such an
evening Mr.. John Jones, or Smith, or Brown,
has been missing. Friends of the absentee
will haunt headquarters for week or so,
until they at last weary of the chiefs curt
mo news, sir" and substitute for active
search the patient hopelessness of despair.
1t is q case of
'.MYsTERIoUs DISAPPEARANCE"
similar In salient features 10 scores of pre-
ceding ones and, like them, it will fade out
ofrecollection before the story of some later
dtipe who shall pay for his SHINING with his
life. What Alsatia is to London, or Chey-
enne to Chicago, that in different degree is
Green street to New York, and as time COS
by il seems that each year gives an added
weight to the naalediction called down upon
the place nearly eight decades ago by the
nearest living friend OF wronged and muir
dered girl.
II tell yoz,n asserted Waterman Blair.
who knows the vicinage well, there's a
curse hoyers over this neighbOrhoOd whlch'll
never leave it; and mind you when Gather
Inc Ring begged God to revenge her dead
cousin on all those lawyers and jurors, and
asked Him to even blast the spot where
shed been killed. her prayer was answered,
and the answeTIn' amt through with yet"
So say they all, and though nearly three
generations have gone by, still this spectral
memory of foul crime rises up fresh and
vigorous as though of yesterday to claim its
need of justice from the present and de-
mand a rehearsal of
MS THRILLING DETAILS.
When the winter season of 1899 was at
its height there entered to the yet courtly
circles of New York society young lady
who bore the name OF Gulielma EmOre
Sands She appeared under the chaperonage
of a recognized leader of the ton. and as she
sang diviuely, dressed with simple yet ex-
qUisite taste, and had the features and form
of perfect beauty, she became at once the
rage and for awhile reigned in Gotham as
the Jersey Lily" now rules in London.
She was the toast of the cafe and club room
and the envy of the bOudOir. Suitors clus-
tered about her; lovers pleaded at her feet.
But for a time she rejected all addresses
with an ICY disdain that seemed only to
heighten the charming Of her regal lowell
ness, and walked her way through salon and
p2rlOr q veritable gray eyed, passionless
Diana One day, however, there appeared
on the scene young man named Lew
Weeks, who proved more persistent In his
wooiDg than the others, and at the end
fairly stormed the citadel of
MISS SANDS AFFECTIONS.
TOfurther his object he not only improv-
ed every chance for meeting her in society,
bat also sought out the house of some rela-
tives with whom she was visit lg and secur-
ed apartments therein for himself. He pro-
pesed, was accep pied conditionally, and then,
in the tlrst gush OF confidence incident to her
new found happiness, the unfortunate girl
told bim,her story, which bore with 1T
full explanation of her naughty bearing. In
word, she was an illegitimate child. Once
having revealed her sad secret. she rendered
Weeks his freedom, but be declined it, re-
doubled his prOtestations OF attachment, and,
while abandoning any purer motives that
may have animated his previous attentions,
deliberately planned her ruin. Unhappily,
his efforts met with success, aud few short
approachsbie divinity bowed down in teas
and shame at her seducer's feet, begging
either for death or reinstatement in honor.
At last the young man agreed to fulfill the
the promises under which be had
ACCOMPLISHED HER RUIN,
stipulating only that their wedding should
be in secret. To this Miss Sands consented,
and the twain decided that the night of De-
eember % should see them one for life.
mi L
preceding 1t Gullema contided to her cousin
and q lady friend the programme of the
hour, burdened, as it was for her, with such
momentous consequences. The day bad
been one long shrek of winter and of storm
and in the darkness Of early night the ice
king seemed to grow even more herce and
bitter IN his fury. The snow swept about In
binding eddies or piled up in white magni.
fcence as impossible drifts. The wind rush
ing in from the sound howled like wrathful
wolves over Manhattan island, while the
piercing cold joined hands with these to
complete
THE TRINITY OF THE TEMPEST.
But, when the stroke of arrived, and the
tInkling sleigh-bells called a halt to their
iangliDg music before her door, Miss Sands
Dade her friends good by and stepped be
yond the Threshold confident that an hour
would see her return as regally beautiful as
ever and as spotlessly pure as before her
downfall. The watchers within listened
until the last faint sound of boots and bells
died away beneath the storm, and then they
waited sto catch the first ylad heraldry of
their loved ones return Nine o'clock came,
! and then 10, until finally when the weary
minutes bore each burden of dread, the
front door opened and Weeks entered
alone. What followed is best told IN the
quaint Quaker language of Gulielma's
cousin, Catherine Ring:
The moment he entered cast my eyes
upon him; hiscountenaDae was pale and
much agitated- He sat down and said: Is
Elma gone to pedr / answered 'No-she is
gone out at least saw her ready to go, and
have good reason to think she went He
said, TIM surprised she should go out so
late at night and alone 1 replied, I've no
reason to think she went alone to which he
made no reply, bat looked earnest and
thoughtful and leaned down his head on his
hand. / continued. Indeed, Levi, to tell
the truth believe she went with thee. She
; tolo me she was to, and have good reason
to think she did"
All questions, however, elected only