The New York herald., 1879-02-12

ha knew Of it was the stencil. He hadn't been over
the mountain before that day in several weeks. He
to this and It's on ons rns rse0Ia h meunas 1e
had been killed. Jesse Lily. ono OF the
coroners jury, swore the jury found no mark
of violence. They looked closely ana even took the
body of the coffin to examine the back critically.
because one had said he was cut in the back.
They found nothing There were some bisters on
his breast but Doctor LIE vorce testified they might
have been caused by the sun 1t can never be proved
that the dead negro was Ed Jackson; several W.T.,
by any Furthermore can prove on the trial
that Ed Jackson is still alive. But can't talk about
that now. want you to see my wife and tax Win
her."
Before going into the conversation with Mrs.
Rogers it is best to say that in an interview with
that he had recognized his sons body by popularity
of his thumb nail and that while he did not see the
signs of the mutiation spoken OF, the body being
half afdecomposed he certain to its identity Says
he. "As sure as de sun shines dat grave out dere
in the minds of anybody that Ed Jackson was
killed. and that the corpse was that or Ed Jack
son. it will be very hard in the present condition or
things to prove it before jury. On the other hand
1t will require the most accurate and overwhelming
proof to convince the people that Jackson is still v
unless forced to do so. Wise jackson himself will
not go 10 the Kentucky trial. 1t may thus fall
through for lack of witnesses. He says he started
to the habeas corpus trial. and turned back at
Pineyille with the threat OF being killed If he went
further.
TALK WITH MRS. ROGERS.
In few moments after Mr.. Rogers left the room
he re-entered with his wife, Her appearance was
different from what has been reported. There is no
sign of gayety or recklessness about her. She
modesty. but for that section. richly attired. BY
the light of the lamp which her husband held before
our faces that we might consult the letters ha1
good chance to study her. 1t was a sad and wstful
face weak in its expression, without defniteness
strength and yet very pretty and interesting Across
its pale surface there hckered every and then
strange. wild look that had the uncertain flash of in
sanity in it, This look played across the face at in
tervals unconsciously summer lightning trem-
bles in the sky. There were large blue eyes that
swan in tears at the slightest agitation pretty
fashioned mouth that quiyered and broke
low. broad forehead. and wide sweep
abaft the eyes-dark hair combed back plainly
white and full throat on which was clasped hand
some brooch holding her husbands likeness. Her
figure unusually delicate and shapely for a
country girl. and showed no signs of work.
After the formality OF an introduction had long
conversation with Mrs Rogers in the presence
husband. 1t would serve good purpose to repeat
here the melancholy confession OF jealousy. weak
and delusion which she related to me in ex-
PLANTATION OF her connection with the young mulatto
politician. 1t is enough to say that the story from
her own lips fully corroborated that OF her husband
and struck me, as an impartial listener being
wholly the truth.
The woman's stories Of what Jackson would tell
her. and with what craftiness he would meet all her
protests and batter down her defences would be in
credible they not closely linked and so cor
roborative Of each other If the story is a
involved in its concoction marvellous in
genuity to make each part fit the other SO well.
This woman could never have invented the hun
dredth part of it, And if it is monstrous lie the
in less than month it will tear itself from the
woman's heart, else that white. pitiful face will be
locked in madhouse in the grave. It will be re-
membered that at her husbands first attack she
fessed the truth and put her proofs in his hand
tced particularly the deterrent tenderness with which
Mrs. Rogers was treated by the whole family saw
her III three houses. In all she treated if she
had been under divine afiicion. There prob
ably twenty houses in the valley of her own kindred.
Not member of either family remote or close, has
turned his back upon her.