Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1880-09-23
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and the scissors. Then run out into the
woodshed and get me some of those
sticks on the shelf, also hammer and
small nails. Stay, don't be in such hur-
ry; ask Hannah to make a little flour
PASTE"
Tom hurried away, and while waiting
for his return, his father glanced over the
columns of a newspaper he was cutting.
1t was one that his friend, Mr.. Brown, of
Haywood, had sent him. His eyes
CHANGED to fall on these words:
"Tbe German, Peter Groat, who murdered
Mrs. Curtis. has been sentenced to be hung on
the second Friday in next month. GrJat al
though stranger, was supposed to be a re-
spectacle man, and one not at all capable of
committing such horrible crime. But the
evidences of his guilt are most conclusive.
The morning after the murder his wife was
found washing bloody shirt, also a knife
stained with blood was found hidden near the
wood pile. Besides, goods belonging to the
murdered woman were found in Groat's house.
The only thing missing is curious old snuff
box OF some black wood, quantity carved in
the shape OF q toad, and her name, HepzibaA
Curtis, engraved inside. But without this, the
evidence against GrJat is strong enough to
hang him."
"Poor fellowr' murmured Mr.. Mar
shall, as he laid down the paper. at
makes one dread to read the news one
comes across SO many horrors"
"Papa! papa you needn't mind about
the kite now!" cried Tom, rushing in
with shining eyes. "Uncle George Just
called ne over to his house-he is going
fishing, and says he will take me along.
May l go?''
"If mamma is willing"
''She is. 1 asked her. And I've been
digging grubs and -worms-for bait,
you know. But see what nice bait box
I've got"
"Where did you get itl''
"Myron Mason gave it to me-"
Who is Myron Mason2"
ooh, new man Uncle George got to
work ia his garden. He's gathering
pears and trenching the celery. Myron
was tramp who came along, but he is
real nice. The box is nice too. See
What funny shape it ls!''
"a toad. Quick! Let me see, Tom!'
Mr.. Marshal had not closely observed
the box until now, and 1t was with trem-
bling fingers that he opened it.
A6p<COUH CuTCtS was Tic udu16 6u-
graved on the inner covert
Mr.. Marshal's face was white, but his
voice was calm as he said:
"Tom. Just run over and ask your un-
Gle George to come over here few min
utes-I want to talk with him on little
business.
Three days later Myron Mason, alias
Jasper Armand, was arrested for the
murder of Mrs. Curtis.
He made Nd resistance he told no false
hoods; he simply confessed the whole at
fair, stating that he had murdered the
woman out of revenge. Ten years before
the two had lived IN distant town. He
had always been wild and dissolute, but
had been the betrothed of Mrs. Curtis's
sister, gentle and lovely woman.
Mrs. Curtis had opposed the match, know
ing that it would cause her sister a life
of misery. Also finding that Armand
belonged to gang of counterteiters she
promptly gave evidence against him.
He was condemned to ten years i'm
prisonment. This he bore patiently,
mentally vowing that, when released, he
would at once wreak vengeance on the
woman who had foiled his plans and
blighted his life.
When the time was expired and the
prison doors were opened to let him pass
through, he found that the woman he
loved was dead, and the woman he hated
lived in Haywood. Thither he went. He
had seen Mrs. Curtis go away, and had
concealed himself in the wood to await
her return. He did not take the articles
she carried merely for the sake of rob-
berry, but to have suspicion point its fin
ger at some other party. At the conclu-
sion of his confession he SAID he had no
desire of concealing it any longer. His
life was made w1etched by the horrible
crime he had committed, and death and
exposure were not unwelcome. The day
after his confinement he was found dead
in his cell. He had ended his life by poi
sion.
As for Peter Great, he was at once re-
leased, and the inhabitants of Heywood
strove to express their regret and regard
for him, but to these Peter only shook his
head, saying:
"He did not care to live in blace we're
de folks vas so ready to plieve him pad
manf'
So he sold his little home, packed his
goods, and with his ssfrow und kinder"
moved to the Far West, where, it is to be
hoped, in spite of sweet charity's sake,
he was more careful in entertaining be-
nlghted travellers.