Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-02-15

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Released on Bail-The Portland Murder.
San Francisco. February 14sh.-Isaac
Barman, the Portland merchant, arrested at
the instance of San Francisco creditors, was
released on So, coo bonds to-day.
Peter Sullivan. one of the men implicated
in the Brown murder at Portland, was
brought to the city to-day from Yelo county.
He surrendered himself to the Yolo Sheriff
on reading the dispatch from Portland regard
ing the tragedy, and says he will tell all he
knows about it at the proper time. The po-
lice here are disposed to think that Carrie
Bradley is innocent of the charge brought
against her. They say there is nothing in her
language or actions to lead to belief in her
guilt.
Carrie Bradley Interviewed.
The sensational circumstances surrounding
the arrest of Carrie Bradley, the Portland
courtesap, on charge of numbering John N.
Brown, induced your reporter to seek an in-
terview with the prisoner this afternoon. On
reaching the door of tank No. 4, of the new
prison, Miss Bradley,
STOUT, FLoRID WOMAN
Of about 80, with light brown hair, drawn
straight back from face bearing the stigma
Of her calling, and cool, steady, grsyish blue
eyes. was discovered dressed in shabby
negligee, with general ais Of looseness about
it COMFORTING with the character of the
wearer. and leaning against the wall OF the
cell, with her heels elevated on bench in
an attitude more suggestive of comfort than
culture. Ga being informed that the object
of your reporters visit was to hear what she
had to say regarding the murder of Brown,
she replied, with the graceful ease ard self
possession of her class, that she was glad to
receive callers, as she was very lonesome !;
but that regarding the affair in question she
had nothing TO say. except that she knew
nothing about it, showing, however,
NO DISPOSITION TO BE RETIcENT.
She presently stated, in reply to questions,
that undoubtedly the whole sensation was the
work Of her enemies in Portland. Mollie
Flippen and Dolly Adams, inmates of her
the Grand Jury, were bad lot. The former,
especially, was one of the worst of her kind
Mollie certainly was crazy, especially when
she had little whisky on board. why"
said she, that girl, under the influence Of
liquor, would tell stories about my house and
nae that would make the towns hair stand
on end. She'd say anything then. I don't
think she wanted to do me any injury. Il
was just her greatness. Sometime ago, while
she was in my house. she got to drinking, and
got SO bad that had to call doctor in. He
said she was crazy, and she would have to go
to an asylum pretty quick, unless she got bet.
ter. Well, put her to bed in my own room
and
STOOD OVER HER NIGHT AND DAY
Until she was well again, and I was down
sick, and I've been sick ever since. As to
Dolly Adams, she's my enemy She was
jealous of me because she thought l was too
thick with her lover. Now the fact is, I
don't care anything about him in that way,
but don't you know that sometimes you'll
meet person that you feel as though you
could tell all your affairs te-that would be
sort of brother to you. That's just the way
it was with me and him. But Dolly thought
and she's said these thing about
me to get even on me-"
THE BRADLEY RESIDENCE.
After this essay upon platonic affection,
Bradley proceeded to show by the position of
her house that it would be highly improbable
that the body of murdered man could be
conveyed from the premises to the river
without detection. The house is situated in
the most frequented part of town, and party
with such load would have to run the
gauntlet of saloons, hotel watchmen and
other obstacles, and the attempt would be
sure to result in discovery.
Thus far the interview, on the part Of
Bradley, had been conducted with the coolies
and steadiest nonchalance, every word,
glance and movement indicating composed
mind and perfect freedom from apprehension,
or even natural concern.
Just before making the visit, your reporter
had received dispatch from Portland an
nouncing that testimony before the Grand
Jury had leaked out to the effect that
WALSH, THE sADDLER,
Who disappeared some four months ago, had
been murdered in Bradley's house, and his
body cut up and thrown into vault. This
testimony, of course, would be news to the
prisoner, and the reporter suddenly, but in a
qriet aud natural manner. asked, "How
about Walsh, the saddler?" The prisoner
was sitting at the moment with her eyes cast
down on her lap. She allowed them to re-
main there fer a few moments, then raising
them slowly and casting steady, level
glance at your reporter, replied in quiet,
measured tones. Not tremor of the lip or
eyelid. motion OF feature or tone of voice,
betrayed the slightest discomposure but a
nervous working Of the fingers and uneasy
movements of the hands indicated an agita-
ton not before noticeable. Whether this pro-
ceeded from consciousness Of guilt or simply
concern at the extent to which the charges
against her seemed to be pushed, must re-
main for the present an open question.
"Walsh, she said, has not been about my
house for long time. I didn't want him to
come there. He was man that always
made trouble about the house, and I finally
drove him away" Ga being informed of the
latest news, she replied, well. that beats
all. So they lay Walsh's disappearance to
me, too. don't know what will come next !"
Some desultory conversation followed re-
garding the arrangement of her premises, and
after G moments pause she said: And so
they are going to search the vault?" After
musing for a moment on either the folly or
Importance Of that proceeding, the prisoner,
in response to al inquiry, gave
HER REASONS FOR LEAVING PORTLAND,
The route she had taken, her change of name.
etc. You see. have been very sick, aud 1
found it necessary to leave Portland on &C.
count Of the state of my health" The prisoners
appearance, and the remains Of square meal
on the tray beside her, indicated rather
healthy invalid, though appearances are often
deceitful. :" have been used up with rheu-
matism and a bad cough" she continued,
(which threatened to end in consumption. /
went by way Of Puget Sound, instead of
taking the regular San Francisco steamer
from Portland, because | wanted to take a
look at the country, and also wanted to see
Miss Bell, a friend of mine, who was up there.
Besides, dreaded crossing the Columbia river
bar. l changed my name because everybody
knows me, aud dida't want to be bothered
by them on the steamer. You know how
that is. I've broken. up my house in Port
land, and thought l would come here and get
a little room and rest for awhile could live