Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1878-07-11
From tho New York Star.

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From tho New York Star.
1t is not often that in real life we
meet with q story that combines all
the elements of the EXTREMIST roman
ce--involving beautiful heiress, q
desperate william, attempted abdue-
ton, strychnine, arsenic, opium,
nitrate OF silver and pistol bullets,
masked men with . coach ON q dark
night, and all the other rnelodramatic
incidents; but the Star presents to
its readers this morning true story
that contains all.
Emma Torrey resides in the tene-
ment-house No. $50 Forty-second
street, between Tenth and Eleventh
avenues. She and her father occupy
rooms which are almost destitute OF
furniture, and the neighborhood is
one in which only the poorer classes
live; but she has an appearance and
manner far above her surroundings,
uses correct language, and is lady
like and graceful in every movement.
She has aristocratically chiselled fea-
lures, blue eyes and brown hair, and,
if seated in o drawing-room instead
of the third floor front of tenement
house, would be one of the bellies of
society. She tells her own story as
follows:
"Lldy Seagrave was maiden
lady, who owned large estates near
Ho WITH county, Dublin, Ireland. and
also in Derbyshire, England, and was
connected with the nobility and the
upper families OF the landed gentry
in England and Ireland. She was 8
very peculiar woman, with strong
likes and dislikes. My mother, Sal
lie Hughes, was the daughter of her
favorit sister, who married a Mr..
Hughes, also a wealthy landowner.
From my mothers infancy, Lady
Seagrave took a great fancy to her,
saying that she had the genuine Sea-
grave face, while my mothers broth
er and sister were like the Hughes
family, and the old lady did not like
them. She said that my mother
should inherit her property, and, as
it was in the old lady's own right,
she could be9ueath it to my mother
if she wished. My mother grew up
on the estate, being there with Lady
Seagraye nearly all the time until she
grew up"
''But how did your mother happen
to come tc thus country?'
"I don't know that, sir; believe
there was some estrangement and she
came away. After her arrival here,
/ think, she married my father.
Lady Seagrave relented before her
death in 1871, and wanted my moth
er to come back, but mother died in
the same year"-here her voice
choked and the tears came in her
We never heard any more
about Lady Seagrave until about four
years ago, when l heard that my
mother was heir to the estates, and
that my sister Margaret Elizabeth and
myself, rs my mothers heirs, were
entitled to the property. Shortly
after that poor Maggie was taken i'll.
She seemed to fall into q regular de-
cline, and soon afterward died. We
have had reason since then to believe
that she was poisoned"
"What makes you think so!'
"Because sine that time several
attempts have been made upon my
life, and my father has been poisoned
once"
"Will you relate the circumstan-
ces!' .:
aA year ago last December was
sitting taking my tea. 1t did not
taste quite right, but didn't mind
it. After drinking it 1 found some
thing in hollow tooth have. ] took
it out, and it looked just like little
silver pill. I showed it to q gentle
man friend of mine, thinking il was
some of the solder off the teapot.
He took it TO doctor, who said it
was pill made of nitrate of SILVER,
and that somebody had been trying
to poison me-"
"Who do You suppose could have
done it?''
II forgot 10 tell you about that.
For some years past Mr.. - has
been acquainted with me. He got
acquainted through a friend and used
to take me out occasionally. /
found out that he has an uncle in
Ireland who is endeayoring to gain
possession of Lady Seagrave's pro-
perty, and 1 believe that man is go.
ing to kill me. Always before any
trouble has happened we have seer
him around the neighborhood, and
though we have moved several times
to avoid him, he always manages to
discover Us. You see how we are
situated; we dare not unpack our
furniture or lay down q carpet, for
fear that man will come around and
cause US to move. Why, 1 recognize
ed him one night sitting on the ash
barrel before our door, at No. 5S3
Eleventh avenae, between Forty-third
and Forty-fourth streets. He was