The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-11-13
Loves Sacrifice.

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adjustments in San Francisco was
young girl named Mary Elliston. She
was very young, but with a character
formed by the sad experience which is
sure to be met with in the life of an or
phan. She had clear, beautiful gray
eyes; checks soft and delicate as the leaf
OF the lose: brown, curly hair
shaded low, broad forehead, instinct
lth intellect and intelligence. She was
small in figure. but the petite form was
taultless in its exquisite delicacy OF out
line and contour. It was impossible
not to love her, if to such physical beauty
is added the generous and kind heart she
really possessed.
It is not surprising that such girl had
many admirers. It would be strange if
she had not. But there were two who,
from their devotion and her treatment,
acquired the prominence over the rest.
Indeed, the sphere they moved in was
tar above that of the little mil.iner. She
believed they loved her; and, nothwith-
standing the great difference in their
social position, believed they meant kind.
~. That they loved is eertain. They
were jealous: and more than once hos
tile meeting was imminent between them.
Her way home from the store led by
jackson square. 1t was not as beautiful
then as now, but its rich foliage and ele-
giant bowers even at that day excited ad-
miration. One evening, as she passed
along the river side of the square she was
met by husband Lacour, the richest and
most persevering of her admirers, but the
one whom she favored the least. Indeed
it was said that she d1sliked him, and on
one occasion had resented bitterly an IT.
suit he had offered her. A passc--b7
heard her voice raised Indignantly as she
passed him that evening in front of the
iron gate. Standing there moment, she
entered the square, from which half
haur afterward, she was seen tc hurry
away with every sign of distress and in
tense excitement.
1t was but few minutes after this
that young Lacour was found murdered,
lying on the iron bench with a short
Spanish dagger through his heart. The
girl had been known to possess such q
weapon-the gift Of one she never named.
That was all.
Of course almost every one believed her
to be the assassin. l could not. I had
seen too much of criminal life to mistake
its characteristics. That girl was inno-
cent. knew. When arrested she pro-
tested her innocence IN language frantic
and wild. Terror had made her FOL get
full, seemingly, of look and action, and
she gave way to the most excessive prox-
ysms of grief and distress After she
was taken to the station Mr. L. and my.
self visited her to see if we could learn
anything of the case
We felt more like friends than detect
ives. The sad orphanage of the young
girl enlisted our deepest sympathy and
touched our hea1ts-they would have
been Ainty, indeed, had they not softened
at her distress. never saw such an
guish before, the pale, beautiful face was
almost wild with terror. She was frantic
one moment ana sob5ing, walking, and
terror stricken the next. As we entered the
cell she threw herself at my feet, and,
lifting her face, SO pale and beautiful,
walled out: .a.a.. -
II am innocent, sir-1 am innocent"
II believe you are, Mary; and it was to
help you that we came here"
II could not do such deed, sir; in
deed could not" r5,r
81 know that: but, Mary, do you know
who did2''
She lifted her face quickly, and a wild
frightened expression crossed it, and then
it grew like marble in an instant. She
did not reply, but never saw one in
whom hope seemed so suddenly and ut
terly to have fed as that girl then. re-
peated my question: ~ /, $3.50.
"Do you know who did, Mary9'
She shook her head and remained ST.
lent. I told her we were satisfied that
che was innocent, but to
Establish this it was necessary to
bring the real criminal to justice. She
could help US in this. But she still shook
her head.
.Mary, Paul Villiel Is the man.
She sprang to her feet and screamed
out rather than spoke her denial.
mo, no, no, not him; it was I, it was I.
I did it! I'll acknowledge it punish
me if you, will but do not accuse him-do
not let him be arrested !"
It was plain to see now. MY first i'm
preston was correct. Young Villie1 had
come upon his rival talking with Mary
in the square, and under first impulse
of resentment had slain him. Her con-
fession of the fact was only lacking to
secure her acquittal, but she would no
confess, and from that hour acknowledg
her guilt. A few days after young Villiel
fed the country, and in time his family
furnished evidence that released the girl.
She, too, went away, but it was not long
before she died. The fright and horror
fthe terrible crime laid to her charge
finally killed her. shall never forget
the scene witnessed in her cell. The
dessolate woman struggling with her an
gnish and terror haunts me yet.
SparrOWs Attack and Put to Flight 4
Man.
Utica Observer.
One mile ard forty rods north Of the
beautiful village Of Sauquoit resides Mr..
Andrew J. Green. Day before yesterday |
he started to walk to the village. Swing
ing along with his wonted stride, and
q point within half mile of his |
destination his attention was attracted by
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